I'm colder than a Dairy Queen Blizzard
A rebel since I was five, went running
With scissors
Turn the beat up, it's all that I need
Rocking my Jordan's … and my white tee
Maybe you should have come here rocking a better flannel
Or at least some long pants
You should have checked the weather channel
You big now, but you ‘bout to get cut down
Faster than Star Jones dropping 200 pounds
Fast? Son, that ain't fast—
I'm rising faster than the price of gas
Got no girlfriend, and girls are good for your health
Know what I mean? Uh, at least I work for myself
You see me here, kid, and I rhyme crazy
Used to have a job reading to a rich blind lady
You rhyme crazy, and sometimes you rhyme lazy
But I love this rap game, ‘cause rhyming is my baby
Visually, lyrically I'm known as a mystery
If I Died Today I Had Made History