Lyrics:
I'm in a personal hell I kind of hate Michael Phelps I wish he'd drown in a well That dude is in my way When I first saw that guy swim He got nothing but wins I could've sworn he had fins But now he's in my way
More gold than Mark Spitz Strange pecs, taking bong hits Stay smooth, shave your armpits Where you think you're swimming, Mikey? Hey, I'm not Michael, don't eat at Subway But this is my year, so call me Lochte
Its hard to swim right, by Phelps baby But this is my year, so call me Lochte Now I'm the king of the pool I made you look like a tool Bob Costas thinks that I'm cool I pushed you out of my way You were my idol
Now you're just a rival Don't get suicidal
Where you think you're swimming, Mikey?