Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (I can hear them say) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang Who's idea was this? A Christian Floridian rapping white kid Whoever did must've flipped they lid He's bugged out he dances like Taylor Hicks You know you don't fit in When your own myspace only got three friends It's Tom your mom and a dude named Ben And I don't even know how I added him Yep I ain't got no cla** 'Cause my lights still up and Christmas pa**ed I go to McDonalds ain't got no cash I just order hot sauce then I walk out fast I head to Wal-Mart to buy some pants I gonna wear them all year then take 'em back And let me make it real clear on this here track I'm a do my thing you can't stop that Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (I can hear them say) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang I don't think the kid is well He sends viruses to his own email He got five text messages all from myself Saying your wack dude LOL I really used to keep it real In my little mini van with the ten inch wheels Driving up to side just get my meal Can I get fries, "Sir, this is Taco Bell," So watch out now ya better be careful He's about to pa** out cause I think that his heads full Of Mountain Dews ten cans of red bull With seventeen shots of Starbucks espresso I think I'm stuck in the 80's But shout outs to all the fellas and ladies Soccer moms in mini vans, Mercedes Talking about "KJ so crazy" Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (I can hear them say) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang You know how I roll, yo I'm from Florida, co*kroaches, old folks And I don't fit ya mold though All I can say is this is that's what God chose so When I come thru you be like oh no Whats he gonna do he's just so so Ain't gotta thing to prove slow ya roll bro I bring Christ to you nothing more so 'Cause he's just my life's hope He's the net when I walk on the tightrope You can bet that he'll catch if I might fall Life is hard but he's how my life copes Care less you think if I'm dope I could have the freshest rhyme flow I could have the dopest live show Without him tho it don't mean a thing so bring it.. Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (I can hear them say) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang (they keep saying) Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang Go ahead boy do yo thang Go ahead and just do yo thang [4X]