I don't know what I'm gonna do
My music is lame and my voice is poo
Don't know how to dance and the rhythm sucks too
My rhymes are stupid but still f*ck you
Don't wanna be here but there's nowhere to go
Wanna make shit up but I'm just too slow
My therapist says that I still can grow
But there's crap in me she just don't know
I hate myself so I can't show off
Every time I sing I just start to cough
I whine so much you'll think I'm soft
Everything in me just screams f*ck off
I know I shouldn't be rapping it's not for me
Proper place for me is up in a tree
Who am I kidding, I can't climb a tree
Hiding in my attic is the place to be
These rhymes sound too much like Dr. Seuss
Who am I kidding, I'm no Seuss
The real crime here is... that moose? My flat caboose? Everybody cut footloose?
I hate myself so I can't show off
Every time I sing i just start to cough
I whine so much you'll think I'm soft
Everything in me just screams f*ck off