World Council Entertainment Dicktatorship - Princess Superstar

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Superstar had achieved a monopoly on popularity

All over, celebrities fell off like gravity

Gradually she savagely took over the industry

A mystery, other celebs total history

Nobody could squeeze under the killboard charts

Or the non-variety pages, so foracious, ten thousand spots on the a-list

She had successfully become the only one famous

Every magazine cover was of her

Every act on every show was her or one of her clones

She was the newscaster at the site of every disaster

Every studio and record label backed her

She was the only celebrity cook, the only celebrity crook

Everybody’s fifteen minutes she took

Flashing the trademark look, she said it was time to wipe out famous authors

'I'm gonna start writing books'

Well, lots of stoppers tried to stop her

When murder on one of the duplicants succeeded

She just went back to Dolly to replace what she needed

If there was a problem, Superstar could beat it

But then came the world council entertainment dicktatorship

Filled with cliques, cons, tricks, distribution lots

Head trips, jump off trend tips, plastic tits, what a bitch

The council reported the rest of the artists in the world weren’t too happy

'Not my fault, they’re crappy'

She mused that she drank the daiquiri at Dolly’s factory cackling

'I'm gonna send those men packing'

'They think they can invade my life and mess with me like I’m an Iraqi'

Snapping, she realised she had to pay these men a percent

Otherwise they’d go to the useless government

And tell about Dolly, the duplicants and the vent

'Please, I ain’t goin' into debt

If I gotta pay off these fools, I’ll tell you what

Point 001 percent cut, you don’t like it kiss my butt

You think that offer sucks

Shut up, you got any other artists in this world, what

Happy to keep up with the changing celebrity market

Which was comprised only of her

The world entertainment council dicktatorship got off

And Superstar and her clones had the world in their pocket

Her plan was perfect, no one could stop it

She wasn’t just a star, she was outerspace and the rocket

She just wanted more more more 'yeah, now you’re talkin'

'I hear reality shows are all the rage

Let’s put five duplicants together in a cage

Put ten of me trapped on an island in Thailand

And viewers can buy them food or if they don’t, they die then

Or a plastic surgery reality show

Take seven duplicants and make 'em into old celebs that people used to know

Like Marilyn Monroe, Cameo, Van Gogh, Jackie O, Anna Nicole

Put them under the knife but once they’re transformed they must die

Why, I’m the only celebrity allowed on this planet, me myself and I