Staring at this sock on my head

You like to think that it's weird

I'd like to say

I'm not that wack

When you pass people on the sidewalk

You pass them on the left

Not the right

I'm not that wack

Just because my breath smells like pop tarts

Doesn't mean i eat them

All day, everyday

I'm not that wack

Speaking in tounge to anyone and everyone

Who talks back to you

I'm not that wack

I can rub my finger on my tongue

And put it in your ear

And wiggle it

I'm not that wack

I can jump up in the air

And laugh and laugh

And laugh and laugh

I'm not that wack

I can talk backwards

[Backwards talking]

I'm not that wack

Count me out

'cause i'm not coming back

Count me out

'cause i'm not coming back