Rap shit, that's it, roll a blunt and pass it.
Smokin' on some home, got me feelin' fantastic.
Ash spittin' lip is similar to hittin' Badmitten.
Kill him if he's sittin' on my shuttle gargalactic.
Last pick, gym class, homie, you were that kid.
Big backpack and with overload on chapstick.
Ask Chris, he was low on the potassium, asthma attack,
every time you ran track.
And then, rode the bus, in the front.
He sat alone when eating lunch.
And made sure retainers and container make your braces
even straighter than the way he would debate.
And his first date was in 11th grade,
with Mindy Schuwane of the foreign exchange,
cause' he was the only one that could speak her language.
"Trade you lice pudding for a PB sandwhich."
What was his name?
Starts with an A, a blonde kid, and I think he's a jew.
But anyway, nowadays, oh, that muthafuckas' famous.
Rappin, rhymes, Toni Braxton in Vegas.
Got a side of curly fries and a mixshake.
Fell asleep inside a bread aisle with a mixtape.
Who ever let that guy in, must've made a mistake.