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 won'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 here 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 left then sprinted right
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 dress
I could twirl around like a pretty princess
I'm not a bus boy, I'm a waitress
But I can't get the drinks right, taste test
Let me find whose around, Those your guests
My hands got sweaty and I lost my grip
My shoes don't fit, they hand me down
From the Salvation Army right down-town
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'm beating myself something you couldn't do
[Thanks to chloeshannon369 for correcting these lyrics]