Suspended the same month I won the city science fair
I won most likely to succeed and teachers nightmare
guess I was quite scary, some hate a binary
Sent to the principals office straight from the libary
But since my voice was about as high as Mariah Carey
When I had the douchey spiky hair like Guy Fieri
my flavor was a mystery you never knew what you were getting it could be some mild or some Wild Cherry
just read my diary, cause I'm wirey
But I'm irie, and I spit it firey, hire me
I wouldn't hurt a fly
Though sensitive you never heard me cry
but i got a certified dirty mind
So grab some turpentine, a dash of listerene
And splash my mouth out with a gallon jug of Mister Clean
i'm flashing on every a****** up in the classroom
I'm planning on coming sick I hope you had your antihistamines
before I split the scene, and we can puff pass
Cause I'm an honor roll kid who liked to cut class
A babyface but I tend to shave with a cutlass
and If you switch the picture to HD you'll see my mustache
I tend to slow it down when they want just fast
I'm a vegetarian who thinks that PETA sucks a**
I bring the ruckus, while shmucks be kissing my tuchus, I bookishly bust it nasty, you should be rocking a dust mask
I like smoking dope, but won't pop a pill
I think Oprah's ill, but I loathe Dr. Phil
I got the propers to a topple your whole metrotopolis stomp an impossible obstacle I won't be stoppin to chill
From Chapel Hill to the big apple I travel the map just trampling b******s but then I handle their hospital bill
If there's beez in the trap I'm catching em
By the thorax and abdobin
and sanding the stingers down to a rough quill
Then I dip em in ink, and I scribble a bit
But if it they wriggle then I tickle em untill they hold still
Lemme say it again
In my land of pretend
I use bees as a m*********** pen
But a lot of the guys I know
have been saying that I'm so so
they're not a believer
That I'm a keeper
b-b-But I don't know
Maybe it's cause I be looking like Leave it to Beaver they're thinking that I don't flow
even if I could be running in circles around em as if I'm gyroscope
I'll enter the draft and I'm thinking I might go pro
Running the jungle like I'm an albino rhino
deep in the undergrowth
f*** a disaster, bring on the asteroids
Never gonna gonna be massacred like all of the dinos though
Bring on primal vinyl magic show
I'm turning a blind eye to the bullcrap, waving bye bye
zippity doo dah
suck on my booty
done with the bad luck
put on my brass knucks
And I cold c*** any Pol Pot in the whole spot, with that boom
I'm Fiddler on the Roof hitting h***** in his fruits of the loom
I'm Jew, on the right side but it's true
I'm a Christian on the left
side of my family crest, dude
I've been to public school and private, been unpopular and popular and I don't think people pop from a test tube
I won most likely to succeed and teachers nightmare
guess I was quite scary, some hate a binary
Sent to the principals office straight from the libary
But since my voice was about as high as Mariah Carey
When I had the douchey spiky hair like Guy Fieri
my flavor was a mystery you never knew what you were getting it could be some mild or some Wild Cherry
just read my diary, cause I'm wirey
But I'm irie, and I spit it firey, hire me
I wouldn't hurt a fly
Though sensitive you never heard me cry
but i got a certified dirty mind
So grab some turpentine, a dash of listerene
And splash my mouth out with a gallon jug of Mister Clean
i'm flashing on every a****** up in the classroom
I'm planning on coming sick I hope you had your antihistamines
before I split the scene, and we can puff pass
Cause I'm an honor roll kid who liked to cut class
A babyface but I tend to shave with a cutlass
and If you switch the picture to HD you'll see my mustache
I tend to slow it down when they want just fast
I'm a vegetarian who thinks that PETA sucks a**
I bring the ruckus, while shmucks be kissing my tuchus, I bookishly bust it nasty, you should be rocking a dust mask
I like smoking dope, but won't pop a pill
I think Oprah's ill, but I loathe Dr. Phil
I got the propers to a topple your whole metrotopolis stomp an impossible obstacle I won't be stoppin to chill
From Chapel Hill to the big apple I travel the map just trampling b******s but then I handle their hospital bill
If there's beez in the trap I'm catching em
By the thorax and abdobin
and sanding the stingers down to a rough quill
Then I dip em in ink, and I scribble a bit
But if it they wriggle then I tickle em untill they hold still
Lemme say it again
In my land of pretend
I use bees as a m*********** pen
But a lot of the guys I know
have been saying that I'm so so
they're not a believer
That I'm a keeper
b-b-But I don't know
Maybe it's cause I be looking like Leave it to Beaver they're thinking that I don't flow
even if I could be running in circles around em as if I'm gyroscope
I'll enter the draft and I'm thinking I might go pro
Running the jungle like I'm an albino rhino
deep in the undergrowth
f*** a disaster, bring on the asteroids
Never gonna gonna be massacred like all of the dinos though
Bring on primal vinyl magic show
I'm turning a blind eye to the bullcrap, waving bye bye
zippity doo dah
suck on my booty
done with the bad luck
put on my brass knucks
And I cold c*** any Pol Pot in the whole spot, with that boom
I'm Fiddler on the Roof hitting h***** in his fruits of the loom
I'm Jew, on the right side but it's true
I'm a Christian on the left
side of my family crest, dude
I've been to public school and private, been unpopular and popular and I don't think people pop from a test tube