Verse 1 
I know why they call them labels 
because you have to fit a label now to fit a label 
But If I'm a [bad word]  then I guess I did my kegels 
I got it on lox, I'll bring the bagels 
It kind of feels like middle school again when they call 
I think the majors can't quite decide if [bad word] play ball 
If I can make them money 
If I can dumb my [bad word] down enough 
Or do the dance 
I think it's kind of funny 
They might be right, I'm shaped different like Toblerone 
I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone 
Cause I believed that I can be more and walked away 
And left my hand up in the air like I just shot the j 
White rappers only make if we talk like stars 
Hit the A-list 
Cause you puffed on Ls 
And dropped your Rs 
Let's pull some video out of 5th grade pageant 
 [bad word] the way you talked then to how you're rapping 
You think you sound the same 
Or that you picked up the way to be real in somewhere TV-land along the way? 
If I just get 15 minutes I'm gonna stay myself 
And when that 16th [bad word] then I won't hate myself 
Maybe I'll never get signed 
I'll [bad word] flatline 
But nobody gets to raise a banner during halftime 
Win or lose I bet on myself and I place a bid 
And make the same face on every play like Jason Kid 

 [bad word] 
It's almost 4am 
Monday in my room again 
Got a crazy vision of a dream escaping from my pen 
I'll be swinging going down 
 [bad word] that noise, No way no how 
You're listening to this song 
But I'm working on the next one now 

Verse 2 
If my goals are odd I take as a challenge 
people seem confused by how I hope to use my talents 
Could he be weird Al, could he be Jimmie Fallon? 
I tell them to imagine Mos Def meets Woodie Allen 
haters give me balance. Every Kyle's got a Cartman 
I know how failure tastes 
I drink it straight from the carton 
I always keep a gallon in the fridge at my apartment 
to remind me how it feels to drop the ball like Stevie Bartman 
Believe me I want to achieve it all by being me 
It's too easy to be cheesy on TV or DVD 
I'm seeking to sneak in, but I'm weeping when I peep the scene 
Cause I'm knee-deep in it and need a TP roll to keep it clean 
I'm digging for a deeper meaning cause beneath this skin is a beating the temperamental heaving heart of gentle heathen 
If you deceive us, homie that's so sad 
I'll get more agro than the Aggro Crag 
I'm Bony Bony leave me aloney you know me well 
don't dwell on that Jabroni just cause that baloney sells 
His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells 
I want to flow holy like matrimony bells