I like to stay dry
I can’t cook but I can fly
In basketball I fry
It's not a joke its not lie

I'm not tall like a tree
But I can beat a beast an not cry
My crossovers aren’t free
You have to pay me because I’m a goat

I will run past you as fast as Bruce lee
People say I’m slow like a boat
But I will beat them in ball a they will die
And at your funeral I will give you a note
And it will show you my eye