Weirdo

Before you make that face

Let me bring you in

You know articulate?

Hopefully I gave you that feeling

Like you’re missing the joke

It’s called the elephant in the room

Picture this as my view on zoom

Two feet high my only worries

Mommy I only want fries

Boy you goin’ eat these nuggets too,

Nobody playin’ with you

I met Tommy before Ralph

Tommy most times is loud,

Not really my type crowd

Ralph is a mouse

First time he showed up,

It was a damn horse in my house

Those were good ol days

Excuse me for being cliché

Scooting hanger after hanger

Coming to rescue my dawgs from retail danger

Why are they looking so weird?

Why would you ever say I’m dressed as a hobo?

I’m so confused

Are you even paying attention?

I literally gave you insights on my mojo

Before I go homeless,

I’d cash in on all this Hilfiger and Polo

Until then shall I be one proud weirdo.

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