Born For This

Back by popular demand
Dewey Finn of rap, School of Rock when I sock it to the man
Or at least stick it to him, when I inflict a wound
I hope he’s got insurance in his hospital plan
Hop into the van and I roll down the block
Stole a beat from Asher Roth, I’d forgotten ‘bout him
But if I can remember he said he loved college
And I acknowledge that that song was a jam
Call me Eli Roth I stay hostile
To snobs who think my shit is awfully bland
I’m on the mic rockin’ it again
Even though my skin is cotangent, the opposite of tan

Never been a bore when I rap, I’m theatric
Tryna help kids, you could say I’m pediatric
Got a lotta goals like a hockey hat trick
You don’t know my music you must live under a rock, Patrick
Like Narnia my shit is all chronicled
If you can’t see it then invest in a monocle
Coins in your pillow, you’re sleepin’ on a pot of gold
Sickest Asian rapper since Dumbfoundead caught a cold
Lotta jokes, lotta puns, lotta punchlines
Screw around but get it done when it’s crunchtime
When it’s lunchtime, I’m no phony
I’m only gonna focus on my craft macaroni

I might keep it serious at times or deliriously rhyme in the mirror
And you’re hearing the product of me as hot as a pot of coffee
And off of my rocker probably an oddity they spotted me in Reno, Nevada reading the Odyssey
In a Honda Miata complaining bout the economy and yada yada
Honey you gotta see it’s as funny as comedy he’s a lonely anomaly
But it’s only a novelty if he doesn’t spit it honestly and properly
Fuck havin’ a dull minute
Fuck calculus, no limits
Some kids hate my music like it’s spinach
But I stay movin’; gif image

No matter where he goes he’s a foreign kid
So invite him and see if he’s a boring kid
Got the vitamin C like oranges
Not part of the machine like Florence is
Buy maybe some day, they’ll torrent this
I’m from Oregon like Portland is
And I’m likin’ the truth when performing this
I had a mic in the womb, I was born for this