This is me, trying not to be an edutainer.

[Hook] I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up I’m jacked up, I’m finna act up You act up, you gettin’ smacked up Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? Fuckboy, say what? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? (Huh?) Whatcha say, fuckboy? [Verse 1] Flyer than you, ain’t never left my feet I’m powered up, ho, check my ki I'm glowin', bitch Feel the glare Burn your eyes Hold my dick I’m finna gloat a bit; add me a giga Wait, they just wanna laugh at a nigga I can’t prove it, but I know I sniff it They smell funny; Owen Wilson That prejudice, you know it’s built-in Lies you told those po’ lil’ children Tell them why you turnt now Why white girls wanna twerk now Why you trill, why Vine ill Why you live, while I’m killed Why you white-washed this rap thing so I couldn’t see a speck of dirt in this crowd Wow I’m the only black one at this rap show And somehow, that makes me the asshole … But let’s think about that later, ‘cause for now, I have a responsibility to entertain this crowd, so I’ll... Do it [Verse 2] 44 of them Red Bulls My dick longer than med school My dick thicker than Hannity's skull Shove it your ear, ‘til your sanity choke Go so deep, ‘til you don’t sleep, and your thoughts spasm, and you start asking how you became a big fan of me, ho That’s called “cumming to a realization” These other rappers can’t make you nut, so they conceal the hatred Some of them just fancy poppin’ shit Well, we ain’t too opposite Except I’ma kill you and have your family clean your body up like an antioxidant