Natalie's Rap Lyrics

Natalie's Rap Lyrics

Chris Parnell: We're sitting here today with film star Natalie Portman.

Natalie Portman: Hello.

Parnell: So, Natalie, what's the day in life of Natalie Portman like?

Portman: Do you really want to know?

Parnell: Yes, tell us...

Portman: I don't sleep motherf**ker
Off that yak and Durban
Doin' 120 gettin' head while I'm swervin'

Seth Meyers: Damn Natalie you a crazy chick

Portman: Yo shut the f**k up and suck my dick
I bust in dudes mouth like gushers motherf**ker
Roll up on NBC and smack the sh*t outta Jeff Zucker

Guys: What you want Natalie
Portman: to drink and fight
Guys: what you need Natalie
Portman: to f**k all night

Don't test when I'm crazy on that airplane glue
Put my foot down your throat
Till you sh*t in my shoe
Leave you screaming
Pay for my dry cleaning
f**k your man
It's my name that he's screamin'

Parnell: I'm sorry Natalie, but are we to believe you condone driving while intoxicated?
Portman: I never said I was a role model.
Parnell: What about the kids that look up to you? Do you have a message for them?

Portman: All the kids lookin' up to me can suck my dick
It's Portman mother f**ker
Drink till I'm sick
Slit your throat
And poor nitrous down the hole
Watch you laugh and cry
While I laugh you die
And all the dudes
You know I'm talkin to you
Guys: we love you Natalie
Portman: I wanna f**k you too
P is for Portman
P is for pussy!
I'll kill your f**kin dog for fun so don't push me

Parnell: Well, Natalie I'm surprised. All this from a Harvard graduate.
Portman: Well there's a lot you may not know about me.
Parnell: Really? Such as?

When I was in Harvard
I smoked weed every day
I cheated every test
And snorted all the yay
I gotta a def posse
And you gotta buncha dudes
I sit right down on your face and take a sh*t

Andy Samberg: Natalie you are a bad ass biiiiiiiitch (hell yeah! )
And I always pay for your dry cleanin
When my sh*t gets in your shoe (What! ?)
As for the drug use
Well I can vouch for that
My dick is scared of you
Girl

Parnell: Okie-doke. One final question, if you could steal a smooch from any guy in Hollywood, who would it–

(Portman throws chair at Parnell)
Portman: No more questions