Twerkin' on the shoulders of the giants
Yr fire, yer 10G Grand Grandma was a courtier waltz dancer
In the Hitler empire, back then in the forties
When he had conquered all Europe
Includin' its most distant Mongolia part
Well, I am not mixing anything up:
My profoundly notorious geography knowledge
Is hands-down second to none.

I remember your 10 Grand Granny actually pretty well
She, also known as Mrs 'Cinderblock Cinderella,'
On occasion had said Adolf was a petulant gobshite
After which Schutzstaffel promoted her to the pos
Of a deepfrozen full-size human statue
In a cabinet of Hitler's team lead &
the Prime minister, mr. Stalin J.

You have a posthumous photo of these three together
In Yr car that was modified to drive off the ass vibrations
So you save on the fuel and practice the dance
while u R behind a wheel, U quirky proff twerker!
Yo girl tell me how does it feel (in the real?)
U raised the new bar of a wrongful conduct

Girl u R twerkin' on the shoulders of the giants
U r the first to have been awarded Twerk Grammy
In the prestigious nomination of 'Life-Threatining Ass'
But the more heart-breaking news is the dinky edition
Of a children's primer where instead of the letter #19
They put a picture (somewhat withered kim K's booty)
Ignoring the international covenant stating
It is officially yours to bear the title of _the_ 'S'.

Yo, u keep doin yer thing, never mind dinky books
And the police officers: 'em despicable kooks
They juzt f'n jealous, can't sniff yer distinguish'd airbag
And be actin' like yr ass fell into the public domain,
Laztime I checked it wasn't 70 years after Yr death yet, tho,
They must've mistaken it for your 10G Granny's!

Yo girl you laugh at them all, amateurs
When they comment your classixx on youtube,
U approach these haters with baseball bat
By their local walmart and give 'em three
Master classes in a row no matter number
Of the 1BJ coupons they've got.
You are no-frills professional, no BS,
Giving free BJ's by the mall'd be such
A waste of Yr enormous talent!

There you go, girl. Keep on twerkin'!
U G.O.A.T., a twerker's twerker.
Peace ou' Yo! Grrl....