[Verse 1: Rjam] My written rhetoric is better quick I'm smitten sick with a letter trick 'Til I get the medikit Then I'm back trying to get at it Fall, slipped and hit my head again Cause I'm tall, and turned better than A beyblade on a record in Full spin, I should get the medics in Cause this crush is old as the Puritans In Connecticut And just thinking that Gets me sick as a clever kid'd Get quicker less of his thinking Gone to a mess of wits Like cause of chicks His logic is On the fritz!