One. Im tripping literally, I should be dish-washing
cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing
Go head and ask my bosses They'll tell you that Im clumsy
I'll probably fall into your fist So you dont have to punch me.Two. I'm Vegetarian So I don't want no beef
You've Floss expensive Jewelry I Floss my crooked teeth
I sing in church choir My daddy is a Reverend
I tried to be a gansta But my curfew was elevenThree. I drive my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud
I do my homework every night Then come into this rowdy crowd
I signed a full on battle, Filled in all the basics
But when they saw it was me They put me on the waiting listFour. I run from bullies in the streets I don't know how to fight
I don't throw lefts or rights I just slap, then sprint and write
Im skinny all scrawny arms and a tiny chest
shoot I could hide behind that pole if i just hold my breathFive. My apron look like a drees
I should twirl around like a pretty princess
I'm not a busboy I'm a waitress
But i can't get the drink's right, Taste TestLet me buy another round for all ya'll guests
My hand's got sweaty and I lost my grip
My shoes don't fit, They hand me down's
From the salvation army right Down-TownWhen I walk into the room the lights go down
Im so ugly mom won't hug me
And that's ten better Disses than you
I beat myself some-in you couldn't do