Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too, they're cruel
So if there's any other way to spell out what it's found with me, with me

Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction, dripping with disdain
Through the pain, I always tell the truth.

Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did.
I met the highest Lama
His accent sounded fine to me, to me

Take your handbook, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend unlike other guys

Why would you lie 'bout how much coal you have?
Why would you lie 'bout somethin' dumb like that?
Why would you lie 'bout anything at all?
First the window, then it's to the wall
Lil Jon, he always tells the truth

Take your passport, it's not trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your brother unlike other guys

Why would you lie 'bout how much coal you have?
Why would you lie 'bout somethin' dumb like that?
Why would you lie 'bout anything at all?
First the window, then it's to the wall
Why would you take my conversations?
Show your findings at the United Nations
Lil Jon, he always tells the truth