[Verse 1]
Awkward, weirdo, loco
This a misfit
Miss the' attendance
Of being of the norm
Coming by storm
Worn your corn that they
Won't survive whoever
Has two thumbs and a big appetite
To grab a mic, put your hands in sight
Ha-ha… you've been punk'd, by the healthiest
I'a heard'a by'a girl
They dig able-body hotties
Sorry, my department is husky
Trust me, if you knew this
You've put yourself at risk
At having a weird exciting minute
Oh my, excuse my French friend to, walk by
Pablo Pica**o is Spanish, I know
But he thought different from the rest
I taught that was so cool
Age of 4. I was pretty hardcore
Fa-sure, I stole your sk**, I stole your sk**
Wait. Open my hand wait. Wait. You got none
Boy you gotta skedaddle; don't wanna go Holyfield on your ear
Before I dismantle your career and being Hopsin weird
Only comparison you might comprehend
And it goes like
I rip off my shirt and play careless whispers
Again…again..again and again
[Chorus]
I'm. A. odd. Ball
And it's your call
To enjoy this
Or call this shh
This is the bona fide me
You probably won't see
I tend to be discreet
With opening my teeth
[Verse 2]
Hellerr I'm that one feller
That fell on your mind, this one's a seller
Deposit your smiles to me and that sad bank teller
I knew a girl near Delaware
We met a day when the weather was fair
I don't care for explicit
I'm a man more for implicit
I love food…to don't miss a meal
That's just the way I fell
Try to make me laugh
Key and Peele
You succeed, by any means
Don't be an enemy Emily
De-nice and A aron
Can you too come come upon?
Dance with me my favorite song
Wrong! To many to choose
Question for my life
I would loose
Boo boo
Aw Casper
My face just plastered a disaster
Give me a sec
To loosen my neck
And show my timeline
Of ups down right left
Now I'm near mile city high
No green hospital sign
Not into that
I'm alright at dance
Called a pimp; sorta in romance
Also a nerd; in marching band
Oh yeah nearly forgot
I also rap
I do what I want
Tons of people talk behind my back
To scared to say to my face
Ha! So I'm nearly oblivious to it
And I know they won't quit
So I'm gonna go sit
With a jar with a bottomless pit
To put inside your 2 cents
To release your fit
Cold world good thing we live in the mit
So take a seat and tell me all of it
While I sleep…