now once upon a time, not long ago,
there was a little white boy who wanna rock the flow,
used to sit up in his room, and just lock the door,
writing raps alone, and no one would know
with the half backwards and the B boy pose.
He used to stand up in the mirror, like he's at the show
with a little headbrush, as the microphone
yelling When I say, hey, you say, oh,
hold your horses, he got three kids,
Plus a mortgage of course It's
strange, but the source is same ,
but the name that he claims still awesome.
He ain't changed, still rockin' air forces,
so I'm good to go how you livin' though
make'em feel it from they Nose to they tippy toes,
kick the door in go, and I dip it low,
roll with the OG flow, gotta let'em know,
man, I ain't tryna be rude, dude,
but my dad rap better than you do.
Step up in the party, make the crowd go boo koo.
My dad rap better than you do man.
What you tryna talk man, you dude?
my dad rap better than you do
step up in the party, make them goo goo
My dad rap better than you do.
Yup, I'm back at it, and I'm a rap addict,
Dag Nab it microphone fiend now that's at it
more fiend than a morphine crack addict
in a bad fabric, stuck in a mean bad traffic.
Jesus said go and take a stab at it.
I'll take your dreams and your schemes
and your bad habits,
you'll redeem all clean back at it.
So I inhale the breath of God, like an asthmatic,
so go ahead head laugh at it.
Middle age dad still rad with the raps added
Uh, I came a long way from the pants sagging
even though the hair got grey, like Mister Fantastic,
uh, salt and pepper .Yo, I'mma tell you, uh,
words burning in my throat like a Doctor Pepper.
Now I'm not the goat, but I'm getting better.
Let them know with the flow. Go ahead, say whatever.
man, I ain't tryna be rude, dude,
but my dad rap better than you do.
Step up in the party, make the crowd go boo koo.
My dad rap better than you do man.
What you tryna talk man, you dude?
my dad rap better than you do
step up in the party, make them goo goo
My dad rap better than you do.