His name is
(Lyrics born)
And he is, as they say, wild and crazy
As a composer, arranger and producer, he's exploring it all

From the furthest reaches of musical outer space
To the most down to earth funk
And he sounds
Well, he sounds exactly like this

Nobody 'members those rap city episodes
From twenty years ago when you were the guest host
Past history, let it go, get off on a medical
Pack a duffel bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home

Get a little Dictaphone and sit alone
In the middle of the room and let it flow
Wouldn't it be better? If you went and chose a new career path
Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft?

You're pitiful, a polliwog, tiny fishy in a smaller pond
Holding Barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras
Actin' hella hard but that's just poppy****
'Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollipop

I'll give you cauliflower ears stupid
You're weird feelin' blue on a stool somewhere
Two-******* beers at a Hofbrau, moanin' like a hot cow
Cryin' on the shoulder of some old man, you met just now

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me

Look I'm sorry, mate
This is awkward, K?
Little hard to say
So I'll just say it

Me and your mommy date
She's awfully great
She's a soft seat mate
She calls me late

Always wants to meet
On her coffee breaks
She bought me seats
To Bonnie Raitt

Now there's no concrete date
But she bought the ring
It's Marjorie May
And my stockings stink

From my foot up in your ***
'Cause you drive me absolutely batty
See, I'm crabby when you get around me
Tell me, who's your daddy

Call me Mister Mcaffee, your poop-deck pappy
Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry
Don't s*** me or I'll backhand you
Smack you with an axe-handle

Burn you with a wax candle, slap you with a sandle
I'm tryin' to watch the rap channel
Can't you tell we laugh about you?
Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's *** about you

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me

Why do I even bother with these hoff-brand cats?
Y'all are wombats man, I'm 'bout to blow this pop stand
Lyrically y'all don't compare to me in any contest
Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent

Tall-can to a shot gl***, bong-hit to a contact
Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man
The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad
Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland

Judge Judy versus Johnny Cohcran
Oh man, Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter *******
Better yet, Broadband, compared to a long ***
Piece of string connecting two pop cans, it's all bad

Don't quit your job at all, believe me, you'll be so glad
Back hold on with both hands, it's sucks washin' sauce pans
I know there's an off chance that one day hip-hop heads
Will maybe feel rappers in the top-ten that cross dress

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me

I'm smarter than you, I'm harder than you
I'm better than you, I'm just raw
I'm hotter than you, more popular than you
More clever than you and goshdarn it, people like me

Ever since his triumphant return from his first album
L.T.D.
Critics are calling the brightest new star in years
(Lyrics born)

(Same ****, different day)
Is his new album on his own label and it's got the kind of top talent
(Lyrics born)
Always surrounds himself with
Here's a sample of what they're raving about