Plain Fun
I'm saying, I'm not that hard
I say like the -E-R at the end of my words, y'know what I'm saying?
It's a little different than most other rappers, but
I think y'all can hang with it, you know?
Yo, follow me, ready?
Yo

[Verse 1]
This is no laughing matter! (Ha ha ha ha)
I'm just joking around, your whole crew's getting shattered
But dude if you're hot then take your best shot
But that's like Roy Jones in the ring with Don Knotts
I'm on fire, heat to make you perspire
I'm young and calling shots like Amare Stoudemire
I'll keep making it fun so that's what you'll hear
'Til I date Erykah Badu and start dressing weird
I'll kill you lyrically without the presence of a gun
Put you six feet under to visit Fisher & Son (get it?)
I got obscure references around every turn
But I make 'em connect like Freeway's sideburns (holla)
Shuffle like you junk, you come off like a punk
It's the freakin' weekend, baby, I'm like "So what, I'm drunk"
I'm back in this game that's what I'm announcing
I'm fucking with these kids like Pete Townshend (Wow)
[Hook]
Why do rappers always act so tough
But when they spit they continue to suck?
So I can fake like I'm hard and act mad
Or I could just be myself and try to make you laugh
Cause rap nowadays is just about guns
Whatever happened to just plain fun?
So I can act like a gangster for the fad
Or I could focus on just trying to make you laugh

[Verse 2]
Before we battle you better start to practice
Or find yourself airbrushed on Missy's next jacket
I'm the "Classy" Freddie Blassie of rap games
Knocking out pencil neck geeks with a cane
You ain't got substance, you sound like shit
Your lyrics make Trina sound like Canibus
You're a done deal, my career's only beginnin'
Sure I sound street, but I look like Sean Lennon
I'm unique compared to rap cats
Who played out throwbacks and look wack in mesh hats
With a crowd that's diverse but recognize hits
From Van Nuys gangsters to hot little Jewish chicks (man)
Go and talk shit, I'm not trying to be hard
Same way you ain't trying to act like a retard
But now I hate hip-hop, it's not for my taste
So please tell me why did God have to take Ma$e?
[Hook]

I guess what I'm saying is, I'm not very tough

[Verse 3]
You gettin' smacked, dumbass, I'm leavin' a bruise
On your face that resembles Mike Tyson's tattoo
That's bad news for MCs on tour
You're about to get booed off stage like Michael Moore
You're not tight so it's not a fair fight
Crowds runnin' for they life like you rap with Ray White
But tonight, I'm goin' for broke
Leave the crowd in a stroke like Luther Vandross
Nobody's untouched, nobody's out of play
Cause I'm going for broke with everything that I say
Industry expects me to have felonies and heaters
Bandanas, platinum chains, and wife beaters
But guess what? I'm just a white kid
Who acts like himself every time that he spits
If that's too much go ahead and dis this
So I'll feel left out like Jewish kids on Christmas

[Hook]

Trying to make you laugh
Hot Karl
I'm just saying
I'm not the dude all oiled up
With no shirt on
On the album cover
It's just not me
I'll leave that to you
Y'know?
Cause when it comes down to it
Hip-hop is still about skills, stupid