CHORUS
I failed first grade math, I don't give a (4x)
2 + 2 don't equal 4, it equal 67 (4x)
VERSE 1
Haters gonna hate
Elevators gonna elevate
Elevate my escalade
Escapade
Talkin bout the vodoo
The shoo-doo, the doo-wops
And the hooligans
Hey, get yo hands
Off my Lucky Charms, yo
You need some Old Spice
Under them arms, yo
You just mad
Cause my Oscar Meyer's bigger than yours
The only girl you've ever kissed
Tells you to do your chores
You put the art in shart
You can't tell your sistas apart
I make no damn sense here
You live in intense fear
My dream's not to be
A superstar, you see
My dream's to sell
Propane and propane accessories
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VERSE 2
I hit Dora with a pan
Call it Pandora
I explore the Internet
Call it Internet Explorer
I got 99 problems
And a - ain't 1
I got 99 problems
And math is all of em
I get booed of the stage
But I'm getting money tho
Echo
I make my own echo
I don't need no engineer, yo
Oh wait, I am the engineer, yo
So go tow mow dow
No no go go a low a slow mo a go go
Yo
Cause I be fresh as hell
When the feds watchin you
Mer her
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GUITAR SOLO
I'm the next Jimi Hendrix, yeah
I'm the next Eddie Van Halen
I'm the next Todd Rundgren, yeah