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 I'm 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 come in to this rowdy crowd
I signed a full on battle, filled in all the basics
But when they saw that 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 looks 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 drinks right, taste test

Let me find who's 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, somethin' you couldn't do