The Ugly Kids

Try and Mock Me you get snuffed for being cocky

yeah i'm just a honky but you still can't stop me

you better breathe like you know pilates

Before i make your as sorry

you dont know karate

i dont play second fiddle- far from chachi

matter fact, im a star more on par with fonzy

the rap days are done

no more steve harvey

you flow blows like a hooker at a bachelor party

i raps retarted you better go and ask somebody

every hatian sellin cds is gonna blast a copy

if you a asian on canal st. you still

couldnt knock me

i squash beef like chopped meat

and block your arteries

i'm bad for your health,i want that parsley papi

they shud call me h2-cause its hard to drop me

like fat joe on a swing its hard to stop me

the ugly kid in a cradle- its hard to rock me

you just a carbon copy

you couldnt reach that far to box me

im the king of this rap safari

surfers out in cali say im karly probably

they bump there shit in the valley to party hardy

when im in new york city i barge the party

im looking for bitches with tight ends

im at the bar wit shockey-get it ?

i want that brocalli

gots to keep my wallet stocky

thats why i stopped the rock shit

and made rap mi hobby

this is hot, this is rap wasabi

if yall want that sushi

yall know where to find me

a&rs bring the check book

if your tryin to sign me