Mother****er, I'm awesome, no, you're not, dude,
don't lie
I'm awesome, I'm drivin' around in my
mom's ride
I'm awesome, a quarter of my life gone by
And I met all my friends online
Mother****er, I'm awesome, I
will run away from a brawl
I'm awesome, there's no voicemail, nobody called
I'm awesome, I can't afford to buy eight-balls
And I talk to myself on my
Facebook wall
You know my pants sag low, even though
That went out of style like ten years ago
Spose, I got the swagger of a cripple
I got little biceps, getting fatter in the middle
And lyrically I'm not the best
Physically the opposite of Randy
Moss and yet
So preposterous, feel the awesomeness
The most obnoxious guest up at the sausage-fest
Oh yes, the
girls are repulsed
So I hide in my hood
like I'm joining a cult
I'm as nervous as my cat Ol' Dirty
Curtis
All my writtens are bitten and all my verses are purchased
Me? I'll never date an actress, got too many back zits
Plus my whole home-aroma is cat piss
Every show I do is poorly promoted
And if you like this it's 'cause my little sister wrote it
