His Hotness

[Verse 1] Nowadays the rap game's got me furious I'm curious why all these rappers act so serious Cool out, chill man, stop acting so mad Or I'm kicking you out your group like I was Beyonce's dad (say my name, say my name) His Hotness is bringing new views Cause I'm sick of college dudes only feel Dave Matthews Well I've been influenced from Run-DMC to Motley Crue While y'all act ignorant like white people in FUBU It's a brand new thing, no violence, no bling bling I just love the fun in hip-hop so that's the style that I bring So go and leave the anger and stress at work or at school Cause that rules, it's not the hip-hoppest to act cool And if you were real gangstas, you wouldn't talk on it Y'all are liars, except for Mobb Deep, they seem honest It's my time, so Mya, come sing after this line I'm gonna go run through the suburbs, screaming out "Free Shyne!" [Hook: Mya] You's a bum bum, really really dumb dumb You don't wanna f**k with me Talk a lot of trash, got a mouth on your ass Industry what what what what what what [x2] [Verse 2] Suburban knight, rhymes tight, blazes mics No mention of gunfights, or platinum, ice Future's bright like Maglites You got me and D.E., we make it all of it nice A black and white team like Crockett and Tubbs, Miami Vice I'm not claiming a gang, I'm just screaming my name (Hot Karl!) At the top of my lungs like I'm insane I'm recording tracks in between all of my college classes Spiky hair, studded belt, black rimmed glasses So I'm considered too pretty to flow dirty and gritty Stereotyped cause I'm from the suburbs and not the city Visually I'm like cable cause only half of you get me But then you heard the music and you turned half of a three-sixty So I'm trying to keep it real and still stay funny Influenced by hip-hop when I was younger so I studied And made songs on four-tracks in high school with my buddies Never thinking one day I'd spend all of Interscope's money [Hook] [Verse 3] I want the fun back in rap like it's 1985 Like Biz Markie or The Fat Boys, when they were all alive You would think in the rap game we would all be one and equal C'mon, I thought this was America, people! But I still get weird looks like I should leave the scene Cause I'm a bit clean-cut and I smile in magazines And I'm not really that mean unless you fucking with my team Wipe your eyes a couple times to realize what you are seeing And I'm poking fun at people so you might want to fight me Be happy you a celebrity, and take that shit lightly Fuck! I'm like the Dirk Nowitzki of the rap game While y'all are lame like Puff Daddy changing his name So this is the manifesto to prove that I'm for real Not a Johnny-Come-Lately who found himself a record deal But for now you act bitter and you make me annoyed Cause truth is I'm not acting, like Tyrese in "Baby Boy" [Hook x2]