[Verse 1]
What up?
These girls all call me puffy
Cause they think I'm super swell
I'm Bugs Bunny, you're Doug Funny
Other words, I'm a legend and you're boring as hell
I'm abhorring as well, just in case you can't tell
I give this place color like outpouring pastels
I could go fast as I want, I'm just being slow here
Like a boring gazelle
Time to reheat a little and pick up the beat a little
I'm a fruit bat eating a Kit-Kat
But you couldn't sugarcoat a Skittle
I'm stemming a bit that's even more wick-wack
Then decorating your house with Vanilla Ice knickknacks
This is bound to be a sick track, my name on a coin
You couldn't get minted if you chugged a tin of Tic-Tacs
You're a mismatch, and I'm the Joe DiMaggio of rap
Nuttier than pistachio, and I'll always save the princess
I'm Mario without the mustachio
These girls watch me spit and they're like, "Man, he's flashy, whoa"
If anything I'm trashy, yo
But as far as savvy goes, you're not a ten
Not Tennessee, you're from Tallaha**ee, no
It ain't Halloween, ladies, but my rap is pretty spooky
You think you're on my level? You're kooky
I'm in the top five rappers alive and dude, you're dookie
But you're not the best Green Day album, you're a basket case
Spraying acid in your face, flaccid sack of grapes is all you're leaving 'em
I'm literally cleaving 'em, I've got them hawking but I'm not Stephen, him?
He's nowhere near as metaphorically well put-together as me
She thinks my tractor's s**y, and man, you're not Kenny Chesney
If anything you're McCormick, I guess you can say I've got the genre mastered
But you're gonna die tonight and leave 'em screaming, "You ba*tard!"