(Verse 1)
Im her favorite white rapper since cookies and creme hersheys
Ive been payin her compliments shes about to reimburse me
She tells me shes got into some crazy shit out in berkeley
She said I swear I'm normal so dont judge me cuz you heard things
Then I said stop, and then I laughed, I mean its not like you smoke crack!
Cmon baby its gettin late like I think we should go back
And we get to. Her apartment. Then she stops and tells me that
You see like theres just one more thing I got two birds and seven cats... How Bizarre?!
(Talking)
What?!
No yeah its cool I just had something stuck in my throat
Its cool... You know what I actually have to work pretty early in the morning so like uh...
I might have to dip out early but I had a great time so I hope you're not weirded out or anything...
Yeah you know shit happens...
(Hook)
How Bizarre
Damn Baby
Damn youre driving me crazy
You're driving me crazy
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
Its in my face
(Talking)
Yeah I know like how weird
But the thing is it stops there, I got even weirder ones!
Yeah dude!
Listen to this one listen
(Verse 2)
Know this kid from Chicago loves the Packer hates the Bears
Tells you hella stupid stories like anyone really cares
Gets no love from biddies cuz of the clothes that he wears
Maybe its the laced up asics cuz hes got like 8 pairs
Tells me friedy can u get me laid im like ill do my best
But c'mon man you got to lose the shoes lets learn how to dress
So were at the bar and heres your chance c'mon dont make a mess
The first girl we see had running shoes... On beneath her dress. How bizarre...
(Talking)
Like see
Like how was I supposed to know that
Thats not even my fault is it? Right?
Thats just weird- that's bizarre man
Thats all I can say... I can't really explain it
Like I'm sorry I mean I was trying to help
(Hook)
How Bizarre
Damn Baby
Damn youre driving me crazy
You're driving me crazy
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around
Its in my face
(Talking)
Yeah so theres one more thing though
(Verse 3)
So theres this white kid he thinks a lot is loved by mom and dad
But his elders say this genre just promotes all thats bad
But its rad, and its called rap, and he swears he understands it
Now he makes the music he couldn't listen to damn who coulda planned it how bizarre
How Bizarre
How Bizarre
How Bizarre