[Verse 1: TTY TOM] I hear you ask 'Who's TTY?' A next up Asian guy that's messed up? Why? Cos like, he rapping like he's American or someone black This kid's a wigger Expect this guy to not get any bigger He's an Average Joe getting about a couple views Is this guy even serious though? Sweating about for a dozen views Like that's all his vids'll do f**ing waste of time, who listen to this sh**, who? Rather listen to Chief Keef, Rick Ross or Meek Milly Why? They're hard Tunes sick cos the ba** goes silly Plus Ma$e is a k**er, lyrically thoughtful Plus A$AP Rocky Yup, yeah, they're all cool You got a f**ing problem? No dude, I'm all chilled All healed with the soul of music is all I feel Good dawg Good job this guy's just an Average Joe f** what he has to say 'cos maths all he'll know All he gets is sushi rolls, none of his ancestors from Africa We know hip hop, all he knows is algebra I be getting Xs, all he be doing is solving em I be posting on Twitter, this fella would be coding em But surely you don't even know him So what? He ain't a rapper He's just a waste of oxygen [Verse 2: TTY TOM] Hear you ask 'Who's TTY?' I'm a lyrically infectious rapper pretending to be from Texas? Or am I just ill? Cause a standstill upon the world as it still stands here Well, maybe not stand but I guess orbit really is the correct term And I guess these dickheads should have kept their s**m in Thinking they can worm in chicks But think, they're all just vermin And I have to learn if I can eliminate the discrimination's gherkin Cos that's where it'll be hurting Worms'll be squirming Mothers will be concerned how an Average Joe came up looking taller To make these worms burn in holy water And other mothers will turn thinking now where the hell is my daughter Now, I ain't getting co*ky or nothing But my clique gets a b**h on a daily basis Soon as we come through the doors All the haters would have to face it Plus those hungry for it can only embrace it Nothing else 'Cos we're something else Spitting fire, make your saliva ga**ed before your feet melt We make it rain lava, let this reach 500 degrees Spit down at their shoes, fools looking short under their knees Damn, recognised as ghastly Making sure future gifts of the present never go past me Hot flow, make rappers sizzle and heated Tried to capture my rays, yet they're already defeated And uh, that's a shame Cos I'm just an Average Joe who's playing this game Making a name, a**igning myself to a movement Creating no excuses but feel good music So once others realise as I grow higher With my so called small eyes, the People who don't like my Vision of what's right, I'll Keep on ignoring them as they criticise 'cos I think I'm stepping in the right moves Or do I mean moving in the right steps? Yet, what would it matter to you? Cos I'm just an Average Joe, I should never get involved Yet you were just like me, but a little bit old-er But listen up I'm picking this up Swinging in fast Bringing in cash Whilst kicking your a** Face a case of whiplash Old flow for all my guys know Now new hoes for us to see them die slow What about that for some Average Joes, huh?