[Hook] Got my straps on Got this pack Gonna plan my attack I'm the New Kid I ain’t talking guns If I had packed that Then I’d snap back Turn this bitch up Like I’m making the news kid I’m just a goofy kid Trying to make some friends Strutting with hand me down clothes and some confidence But they don’t rock with the noxious esophagus Now the annoying kid "Hope he don’t talk to us" [Verse 1] There goes the bell Time for the teachers but I’m raising hell From right under the bleachers A creature with musical features The curious seekers are coming With beakers Measure me up I don’t got much But if you pay me I’ll give you my lunch I’m use to the hunger but money is new I think I’m the only poor kid in this room If only our differences ended right there I don’t fair to be scared Of this affair ‘cause the fare I’m aware is unfair to compare all the style and swagger of what is all there But you stare at my fare unaware Personality ensnared in my galaxy it flares ‘cause the fallacies Can’t change all the things That despair But disparities make similarities care for the damaging. [Hook] Got my straps on Got this pack Gonna plan my attack like the New Kid I ain’t talking guns If I had packed that Then I’d snap back Turn this bitch up Like I’m making the news kid I’m just a goofy kid Trying to make some friends Strutting with hand me down clothes and some confidence But they don’t rock with the noxious esophagus Still the annoying kid "Hope he don’t talk to us" [Verse 2] Turn the next page Don’t give a fuck Now I enrage All the young bucks What you gonna do though? Looking like you’re scared oh? Took your best shot Nose dripping with blood snot But I laugh at your hot headed temper Tried to cool your amber By taking my blood and spitting on your tender girlfriend’s brand new dress with splendor Took it from white to Polka dot. Now I’m making jokes that her cherry popped I dare you to partake in another shot But you walk away with your lollipop They tell me to stop But I grab a mop and throw my blood onto the locker top Now the teachers have come and the jaws have dropped There’s a blood drenched kid Using gore for props [Hook] Got my straps on Got this pack Gonna plan my attack like the New Kid I ain’t talking guns If I had packed that Then I’d snap back Turn this bitch up Like I’m making the news kid I’m just a goofy kid Trying to make some friends Strutting with hand me down clothes and some confidence But they don’t rock with the noxious esophagus I was the annoying kid *but now I'm the scary kid, they hope I don't talk to them.*
