Get used to it, kiddos. You can all call me “Champ.”
Call you champ? Not a chance
Like a kid who can’t dance
you stand by the wall lookin’ at girls
and dreamin’ of romance
but this little rhyme you bust
reeks of lack-of-confidence
‘specially when comparing it
to all my awe-inspiring stan-
zuhs
throw them fuckin’ hands up
KaBauer in the building
I’m mo’ boss than Tony Danza
