Staring at this sock on my head
You like to think that it's weird
I'd like to say
I'm not that wack
When you pa** people on the sidewalk
You pa** them on the left
Not the right
I'm not that wack
Just because my breath smells like pop tarts
Doesn't mean i eat them
All day, everyday
I'm not that wack
Speaking in tounge to anyone and everyone
Who talks back to you
I'm not that wack
I can rub my finger on my tongue
And put it in your ear
And wiggle it
I'm not that wack
I can jump up in the air
And laugh and laugh
And laugh and laugh
I'm not that wack
I can talk backwards
[Backwards talking]
I'm not that wack
Count me out
'cause i'm not coming back
Count me out
'cause i'm not coming back