The Ugly Kids

Try and Mock Me you get snuffed for being cocky
yeah i'm just a honky but you still can't stop me
you better breathe like you know pilates
Before i make your as sorry
you dont know karate
i dont play second fiddle- far from chachi
matter fact, im a star more on par with fonzy
the rap days are done
no more steve harvey
you flow blows like a hooker at a bachelor party
i raps retarted you better go and ask somebody
every hatian sellin cds is gonna blast a copy
if you a asian on canal st. you still
couldnt knock me
i squash beef like chopped meat
and block your arteries
i'm bad for your health,i want that parsley papi
they shud call me h2-cause its hard to drop me
like fat joe on a swing its hard to stop me
the ugly kid in a cradle- its hard to rock me
you just a carbon copy
you couldnt reach that far to box me
im the king of this rap safari
surfers out in cali say im karly probably
they bump there shit in the valley to party hardy
when im in new york city i barge the party
im looking for bitches with tight ends
im at the bar wit shockey-get it ?
i want that brocalli
gots to keep my wallet stocky
thats why i stopped the rock shit
and made rap mi hobby
this is hot, this is rap wasabi
if yall want that sushi
yall know where to find me
a&rs bring the check book
if your tryin to sign me