Back by popular demand

Dewey Finn of rap, School of Rock when I sock it to the man

Or at least stick it to him, when I inflict a wound

I hope he’s got insurance in his hospital plan

Hop into the van and I roll down the block

Stole a beat from Asher Roth, I’d forgotten ‘bout him

But if I can remember he said he loved college

And I acknowledge that that song was a jam

Call me Eli Roth I stay hostile

To snobs who think my shit is awfully bland

I’m on the mic rockin’ it again

Even though my skin is cotangent, the opposite of tan

Never been a bore when I rap, I’m theatric

Tryna help kids, you could say I’m pediatric

Got a lotta goals like a hockey hat trick

You don’t know my music you must live under a rock, Patrick

Like Narnia my shit is all chronicled

If you can’t see it then invest in a monocle

Coins in your pillow, you’re sleepin’ on a pot of gold

Sickest Asian rapper since Dumbfoundead caught a cold

Lotta jokes, lotta puns, lotta punchlines

Screw around but get it done when it’s crunchtime

When it’s lunchtime, I’m no phony

I’m only gonna focus on my craft macaroni

I might keep it serious at times or deliriously rhyme in the mirror

And you’re hearing the product of me as hot as a pot of coffee

And off of my rocker probably an oddity they spotted me in Reno, Nevada reading the Odyssey

In a Honda Miata complaining bout the economy and yada yada

Honey you gotta see it’s as funny as comedy he’s a lonely anomaly

But it’s only a novelty if he doesn’t spit it honestly and properly

Fuck havin’ a dull minute

Fuck calculus, no limits

Some kids hate my music like it’s spinach

But I stay movin’; gif image

No matter where he goes he’s a foreign kid

So invite him and see if he’s a boring kid

Got the vitamin C like oranges

Not part of the machine like Florence is

Buy maybe some day, they’ll torrent this

I’m from Oregon like Portland is

And I’m likin’ the truth when performing this

I had a mic in the womb, I was born for this