Pale Kid Rap

Oh, hi

I'm that guy

Built so fly in a silk bow tie

Don't know why I'm built so fly

But I am, no lie

Oh my

Rolled by on a lowride Huffy

Sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy

Cuff rolled up to my calf

Class out the ass

Bad with the swag like Buffy

Gotta be the one to bite the bullet

I'm a sinner but I bet I coulda been a better man

I wanna be Zen, but I go sipping on some medicine

Instead of meditating, but I get it when I can

I don't wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt

Liquor, bitter cause I never got a call

Telling me that it's all figured out

I'm sick of doubt, but I'm looking at the wall

Part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment

And to be open to the good and the God in me

But I got a lobotomy

And I get that I oughta become a bit of an oddity

When somebody gets offended by the thought of me

"Who's he? "... You gotta be kidding me!

Do me like Gabourey Sidibe

If you see me with a chickadee

No diggity, it'll be giggity giggity giggity

Gonna send it like a letter from above

With a woman that I love, cause I get it like I live

But if my baby's gay, I'll say:

"You go, gay baby, work that crib!

Work that bib! Burp that kid!

Screw police, flip that car! "

I don't want a Jesus piece

But I want a Reese's Piece and a Kit Kat Bar

I want everybody focusing on getting me on Letterman

To kick it for the betterment of innocent Americans

Who never want to settle for their pop...

Or not... cause my bedroom rocks

And the beat still knocks when I sort my socks

I'm five-foot-eleven of sex

From the tip of my head to my gorgeous... knees

Who is that boy? How does he rap so good

I don't know how that pale boy rap so good.

How does he do that? Do that, miau, miau, mia-mia-mia-mia-mia miau...