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one, im trippin literaly,
i should be dish washin,
cause i got boalegged kneez
and often they be crossin.
Go ahead 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, im vegitarian,
so I don't want no beef,
you floss expensive jewelry,
I floss my crooked teeth.
I sing in church choir,
my daddy is a reverend,
I tried to be a gangster
but my curfew was eleven.
three, I drive my fisper though the streets,
and wear my helmet ground,
do my homework every night
and come into this rowded crowd,
I signed up for the battle
filled in all the basics,
but when they saw that it was me they put me on the wait list
four, I run from bullies in the streets
I dont know how to fight,
I dont throw lefts or rights,
I just left this ridged right,
I'm skinny arms,
scrawny arms,
and a tiny chest,
shoot, I could hide behind that pole
if I just hold my hold breath
five, my apron looks like a dress,
I scroll around like a pretty princess,
I'm not a busboy imma waitress,
but I can't get the drinks right,
taste test,
let me find,
look aroud for your guests,
my hands got sweaty,
and I lost my grip,
ny shoes dont fit,
there hand-me-downs,
from the salvation army right downtown,
when I walk onto the room the lights go down,
I'm so ugly mom won't hug me,
and that's ten better disses than you,
I beat myself,
somthin you couldn't do.

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