Letras
One, I'm tripping literally, I should be dishwashing
'Cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing
Go ahead and ask my bosses, they'll tell you that Im clumsy
I'll probably fall into your fist, so you don't have to punch me
Two, I'm vegetarian so I don't want no beef
You've lost expensive jewelry, I've lost my crooked teeth
I sing in church choir, my daddy is a reverend
I tried to be a gansta, but my curfew was eleven
Three, I drive my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud
Do my homework every night, then coming to this rowdy crowd
I signed a full on battle, filled in all the basics
But when they saw it was me, they put me on the wait list
Four, I run from bullies in the streets, I don't know how to fight
I don't throw lefts or rights, I just slap, sprint and write
I'm skinny all scrawny arms and a tiny chest
Shoot I could hide behind that pole if I just hold my breath
Five, my apron look like a drees
I should twirl around like a pretty princess
I'm not a busboy I'm a waitress
But I can't get the drink right, taste test
Let me find whose around, those your guests
My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip
My shoes don't fit, they hand me down
From the salvation army right downtown
When I walk into the room the lights go down
I'm so ugly mom won't hug me
And that's ten better disses than you
I beat myself some you couldn't do