[Verse 1: TTY TOM]

I hear you ask 'Who's TTY?'

A next up Asian guy that's messed up? Why?

Cos like, he rapping like he's American or someone black

This kid's a wigger

Expect this guy to not get any bigger

He's an Average Joe getting about a couple views

Is this guy even serious though?

Sweating about for a dozen views

Like that's all his vids'll do

Fucking waste of time, who listen to this shit, who?

Rather listen to Chief Keef, Rick Ross or Meek Milly

Why? They're hard

Tunes sick cos the bass goes silly

Plus Ma$e is a killer, lyrically thoughtful

Plus A$AP Rocky

Yup, yeah, they're all cool

You got a fucking problem?

No dude, I'm all chilled

All healed with the soul of music is all I feel

Good dawg

Good job this guy's just an Average Joe

Fuck what he has to say 'cos maths all he'll know

All he gets is sushi rolls, none of his ancestors from Africa

We know hip hop, all he knows is algebra

I be getting Xs, all he be doing is solving em

I be posting on Twitter, this fella would be coding em

But surely you don't even know him

So what?

He ain't a rapper

He's just a waste of oxygen

[Verse 2: TTY TOM]

Hear you ask 'Who's TTY?'

I'm a lyrically infectious rapper pretending to be from Texas?

Or am I just ill?

Cause a standstill upon the world as it still stands here

Well, maybe not stand but I guess orbit really is the correct term

And I guess these dickheads should have kept their sperm in

Thinking they can worm in chicks

But think, they're all just vermin

And I have to learn if I can eliminate the discrimination's gherkin

Cos that's where it'll be hurting

Worms'll be squirming

Mothers will be concerned how an Average Joe came up looking taller

To make these worms burn in holy water

And other mothers will turn thinking now where the hell is my daughter

Now, I ain't getting cocky or nothing

But my clique gets a bitch on a daily basis

Soon as we come through the doors

All the haters would have to face it

Plus those hungry for it can only embrace it

Nothing else

'Cos we're something else

Spitting fire, make your saliva gassed before your feet melt

We make it rain lava, let this reach 500 degrees

Spit down at their shoes, fools looking short under their knees

Damn, recognised as ghastly

Making sure future gifts of the present never go past me

Hot flow, make rappers sizzle and heated

Tried to capture my rays, yet they're already defeated

And uh, that's a shame

Cos I'm just an Average Joe who's playing this game

Making a name, assigning myself to a movement

Creating no excuses but feel good music

So once others realise as I grow higher

With my so called small eyes, the

People who don't like my

Vision of what's right, I'll

Keep on ignoring them as they criticise 'cos

I think I'm stepping in the right moves

Or do I mean moving in the right steps?

Yet, what would it matter to you?

Cos I'm just an Average Joe, I should never get involved

Yet you were just like me, but a little bit old-er

But listen up

I'm picking this up

Swinging in fast

Bringing in cash

Whilst kicking your ass

Face a case of whiplash

Old flow for all my guys know

Now new hoes for us to see them die slow

What about that for some Average Joes, huh?