I'm colder than a Dairy Queen Blizzard A rebel since I was five, went running with scissors Turn the beat up, it's all that I need Rocking my Jordan's … and my white tee Maybe you should have come here rocking a better flannel Or at least some long pants You should have checked the weather channel You big now, but you ‘bout to get cut down Faster than Star Jones dropping 200 pounds Fast? Son, that ain't fast— I'm rising faster than the price of gas Got no girlfriend, and girls are good for your health Know what I mean? Uh, at least I work for myself You see me here, kid, and I rhyme crazy Used to have a job reading to a rich blind lady You rhyme crazy, and sometimes you rhyme lazy But I love this rap game, ‘cause rhyming is my baby Visually, lyrically I'm known as a mystery If I Died Today I Had Made History