The word, the talk, is I'm Urkel
Rocking Birken-socks, clocking in a circus tent working office jobs
It's absurd. And I've got a lot of love for everybody
But I don't like none of y'all
Pressure got me treating Joe Plumber just like a son-in-law
A hundred "nah's", my "nigga"
F*ck you
Nothing's wrong
And when I'm on, you're on my lawn
I've rung the gong, so listen
You want a pawn?
You'd better ponder on
I'm prominent
You call me "Uncle Tom"
An ad-hominem, but I'm dominant!
You want to fight, say I want to be white?
That's that "I-did-everything-right" ridicule
So why in the f*ck should I be invisible?