One, I′m tripping literally, I should be dishwashing

'Cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing

Go ahead and ask my bosses, they′ll tell you that Im clumsy

I'll probably fall into your fist, so you don't have to punch me

Two, I′m vegetarian so I don′t want no beef

You've lost expensive jewelry, I′ve lost my crooked teeth

I sing in church choir, my daddy is a reverend

I tried to be a gansta, but my curfew was eleven

Three, I drive my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud

Do my homework every night, then coming to this rowdy crowd

I signed a full on battle, filled in all the basics

But when they saw it was me, they put me on the wait list

Four, I run from bullies in the streets, I don't know how to fight

I don′t throw lefts or rights, I just slap, sprint and write

I'm skinny all scrawny arms and a tiny chest

Shoot I could hide behind that pole if I just hold my breath

Five, my apron look like a drees

I should twirl around like a pretty princess

I′m not a busboy I'm a waitress

But I can't get the drink right, taste test

Let me find whose around, those your guests

My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip

My shoes don′t fit, they hand me down

From the salvation army right downtown

When I walk into the room the lights go down

I′m so ugly mom won't hug me

And that′s ten better disses than you

I beat myself some you couldn't do