I'm a ******, I'm the oddball My style defiles piles of pop culture ads While I bounce off these rubber walls With a hamster running in my head, Until around two a.m. he goes to bed Typing a tapestry of insanity Pouring all the demons from my edeitic memory Blaming the insecurities on my pedigree Then destroy all the evil like a heroic entity.
I keep peace without a peacekeeper I fight reapers hissing like creepers In a secret lair, Kronk pull the le-ver, Slashing male stereotypes, aren't I cleaver? You wouldn't want to try to battle my wits You'd ball your fists, I'd spit at you, sir And let my vernacular blast your brains This isn't a Robert Frost work, stay in your lane.
You'd take the path less traveled, I'd pound the ground until the earth unraveled Leaving nothing but the gravel to grovel Like a duck without grapes you should waddle, I drink coffee by the hoddle, Never stuck in stop or stall, keep it rolling, I'm a Katamari, oddball.