My old man is so lame. He thinks he’s clever, rhyming names. He didn’t even believe. I can do it too! But not with tired lame stuff.. from when he was a kid.. Like jerkin off, with super glue! So lame.. My old man, he’s a freak and ever so very lame. Once he even stepped up, and tried to battle me.. In both rhymes and vidja games.. Had to stomp ole mosucky! set him on the proper track! Pops ain’t the only one.. swangin a Cadillac.. My old man he is so lame. Old freaks like him can’t game. He already laid his tracks. Now best to step on back. My old mans so lame. Saw his time of fame. Said get on back. Time for a Big Willy attack! Attack of the Big Willy! Attack of the Big Willy! The show don’t stop! Cream rise to the top! Big Willy is the legacy. Yet Another child prodigy.. Ten feet tall. Full of grit. Learned from pops. How to handle it. Attack of the Big Willy! Attack of the Big Willy! Ten feet tall. Ten years old. Born a ballah. Felt in my soul. Run the schoolyard. An even hand. A wicked smile. Like my old man. My old man he’s so lame. Old freaks like him can’t game. He already laid his tracks. Now best to step on back. My old mans so lame. Saw his time of fame. Said get on back. Time for a Big Willy attack! Attack of the Big Willy! Attack of the Big Willy!
