Back by popular demand Dewey Finn of rap, School of Rock when I sock it to the man Or at least stick it to him, when I inflict a wound I hope he's got insurance in his hospital plan Hop into the van and I roll down the block Stole a beat from Asher Roth, I'd forgotten ‘bout him But if I can remember he said he loved college And I acknowledge that that song was a jam Call me Eli Roth I stay hostile To snobs who think my sh** is awfully bland I'm on the mic rockin' it again Even though my skin is cotangent, the opposite of tan Never been a bore when I rap, I'm theatric Tryna help kids, you could say I'm pediatric Got a lotta goals like a hockey hat trick You don't know my music you must live under a rock, Patrick Like Narnia my sh** is all chronicled If you can't see it then invest in a monocle Coins in your pillow, you're sleepin' on a pot of gold Sickest Asian rapper since Dumbfoundead caught a cold Lotta jokes, lotta puns, lotta punchlines Screw around but get it done when it's crunchtime When it's lunchtime, I'm no phony I'm only gonna focus on my craft macaroni I might keep it serious at times or deliriously rhyme in the mirror And you're hearing the product of me as hot as a pot of coffee And off of my rocker probably an oddity they spotted me in Reno, Nevada reading the Odyssey In a Honda Miata complaining bout the economy and yada yada Honey you gotta see it's as funny as comedy he's a lonely anomaly But it's only a novelty if he doesn't spit it honestly and properly f** havin' a dull minute f** calculus, no limits Some kids hate my music like it's spinach But I stay movin'; gif image No matter where he goes he's a foreign kid So invite him and see if he's a boring kid Got the vitamin C like oranges Not part of the machine like Florence is Buy maybe some day, they'll torrent this I'm from Oregon like Portland is And I'm likin' the truth when performing this I had a mic in the womb, I was born for this