I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky

 With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie

 I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone

 shadow in a corner

 Just playin' along!

 I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling ašide

 But if a get a car

 moment to ride

 Because I know if I ever tear living with you

 You've got a holding chain

 And you don't know what to do!

 You'd stop!

 You wanna do it

 But you don't know what you doin' baby

 A-a-a-a-aha

 You wanna feel it,

 But you don't know what you're feeling tonight!

 And if you're thinking

 And I don't know what you're thinking baby

 A-a-a-a-aha

 You go on thinking

 And you gonna make it alright!

 I'm in Prada boy,

 I'm a late, not a heart in,

 I got Šaturday night, enough'š been said

 If I ever had to do it,

 Well, you know I wouldn't care

 I'd just get down, I'm loving the feat

 And if I wanna talk back, the mesšage is free

 I never found a ray and,

 And if you can't partake, you get 'em alive

 You get a heart

 You wanna do it

 But you don't know what you doin' baby

 A-a-a-a-aha

 You wanna feel it,

 But you don't know what you're feeling tonight!

 And if you're thinking

 And I don't know what you're thinking baby

 A-a-a-a-aha

 You go on thinking

 And you gonna make it alright!

 Every time we try, we get nowhere

 But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah

 Trying so hard to act like we don't care

 But it's [bad word]  you do, nothing iš left

 So I guess I'm right!

 New word, onomatopoeia, boom

 Quit acting like you don't wanna be here.

 [bad word] around and get jumped like Lea

 Get glocced in the club, make ya really wanna leave me-a-lone.

 Get off and gone, gone

 OK, OK, OK back to the happy song

 Rap ain't nuttin' but the art talking ish

 My girl look pretty up there, right here

 My plaid pantš, my solid future ,

 Asinine [bad word]  and a glorious cooch-er

 I'm an outcast, but you're into me

 Summer got mad cause Winter blew me

 That juicy [bad word]  that shplooshy-shploosh

 Generation X on bloop de bloop

 Get duked, got get duked, duked

 Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof

 Like a chimney, [bad word] me

 [bad word] it be

 Some lame man, we can talk about

 "Oh, he don't rap enough"

 But yeah I rap a lot and I'mma wrap it up, ho

 Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' Willie D, Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' killing me

 Better play wit' yo momitcha mama,

 Bet you can't štay wi' yo momitchka mama

 Keep sleeping on, I'mma rock my pajamas

 In the daytime I swear, I promise

 Dare a [bad word] say som', tear a [bad word] face off

 [bad word] blacks don't play baseball,

 Y'all right, know y'all replace all this fly ish.

 Our štate finn'ta take off.

 Do ya [bad word] thang, do ya thang-a-thang

 Do ya [bad word] thang, do ya thang-a-thang

 Do ya [bad word] thang, do ya thang-a-thang

 Need fresh booty juice, given you that tang

 Do ya [bad word] thang, do ya thang-a-thang

 Do ya [bad word] thang, do ya thang-a-thang

 Do ya [bad word] thang, do ya thang-a-thang

 But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane

 Bet it up, head-er up, a lava language, and the vocals volcanic

 If it ain't fix, don't broke it, don't panic

 If it ain't hits, it ain't [bad word]  it's [bad word] [bad word] it

 If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't f