Feed The Beast

'(Andy Samberg)'

My car, my house, my kid, my spouse

My team, my dream, I gots to feed the beast

My glutes, my bod, they say, "My God"

My tries, my calves, my thighs

The hits, the tags, the sex, the crabs

The road, the bus, my tiny little nuts

Your finger, my butt, you know what's up

The bumps, the slumps, the motherfucking umps

The fans, the heckles, the girls with the freckles

They're trying to distract me from trying to be special

These pompous fucking pitchers trying to strike your man out

And these scummy bloodsuckers looking for a handout (Out)

(Akiva Schaffer & "Andy Samberg")

The stress, the press, the beautiful mess

The razors I use to shave my chest

The bills, the pill, the views from the hills

My streaks, my ruts, my tiny little nuts

My mom, my burden, I'm not a virgin

The aches, the pain, the heat, the rain

The lies, the secrets, José, I'll keep it

"And Mark, I'll keep it, we'll keep our secret" (Our secret)

Feed the beast

Feed the beast

Feed the beast

(Andy Samberg)

They say it's lonely at the top

But I got hella homies, like Mark

Plus the guy that gets my blow for me

Plus the guy that gets my 'roids for me

And my cars for me and my money manager

That collects my dough for me

Plus my private bodyguard

Always on patrol for me

Plus the lady that I pay to suggest Merlots for me

Plus my agent, my real best friend

Yeah my agent, he'll be there 'til the end

My sports agent, I trust him with my life

The only one that truly understands my strife

Together we'll achieve the most amazing heights

He knows what I like and he treats me right