Hot Karl - Plain Fun lyrics

I'm saying, I'm not that hard I say like the -E-R at the end of my words, y'know what I'm saying? It's a little different than most other rappers, but I think y'all can hang with it, you know? Yo, follow me, ready? Yo [Verse 1] This is no laughing matter! (Ha ha ha ha) I'm just joking around, your whole crew's getting shattered But dude if you're hot then take your best shot But that's like Roy Jones in the ring with Don Knotts I'm on fire, heat to make you perspire I'm young and calling shots like Amare Stoudemire I'll keep making it fun so that's what you'll hear 'Til I date Erykah Badu and start dressing weird I'll k** you lyrically without the presence of a gun Put you six feet under to visit Fisher & Son (get it?) I got obscure references around every turn But I make 'em connect like Freeway's sideburns (holla) Shuffle like you junk, you come off like a punk It's the freakin' weekend, baby, I'm like "So what, I'm drunk" I'm back in this game that's what I'm announcing I'm f**ing with these kids like Pete Townshend (Wow) [Hook] Why do rappers always act so tough But when they spit they continue to s**? So I can fake like I'm hard and act mad Or I could just be myself and try to make you laugh Cause rap nowadays is just about guns Whatever happened to just plain fun? So I can act like a gangster for the fad Or I could focus on just trying to make you laugh [Verse 2] Before we battle you better start to practice Or find yourself airbrushed on Missy's next jacket I'm the "Cla**y" Freddie Bla**ie of rap games Knocking out pencil neck geeks with a cane You ain't got substance, you sound like sh** Your lyrics make Trina sound like Canibus You're a done deal, my career's only beginnin' Sure I sound street, but I look like Sean Lennon I'm unique compared to rap cats Who played out throwbacks and look wack in mesh hats With a crowd that's diverse but recognize hits From Van Nuys gangsters to hot little Jewish chicks (man) Go and talk sh**, I'm not trying to be hard Same way you ain't trying to act like a retard But now I hate hip-hop, it's not for my taste So please tell me why did God have to take Ma$e? [Hook] I guess what I'm saying is, I'm not very tough [Verse 3] You gettin' smacked, dumba**, I'm leavin' a bruise On your face that resembles Mike Tyson's tattoo That's bad news for MCs on tour You're about to get booed off stage like Michael Moore You're not tight so it's not a fair fight Crowds runnin' for they life like you rap with Ray White But tonight, I'm goin' for broke Leave the crowd in a stroke like Luther Vandross Nobody's untouched, nobody's out of play Cause I'm going for broke with everything that I say Industry expects me to have felonies and heaters Bandanas, platinum chains, and wife beaters But guess what? I'm just a white kid Who acts like himself every time that he spits If that's too much go ahead and dis this So I'll feel left out like Jewish kids on Christmas [Hook] Trying to make you laugh Hot Karl I'm just saying I'm not the dude all oiled up With no shirt on On the album cover It's just not me I'll leave that to you Y'know? Cause when it comes down to it Hip-hop is still about sk**s, stupid