Difference Is the Differences - George Watsky

Suspended the same month I won the city science fair

I won most likely to succeed and teachers nightmare

Guess I was quite scary, some hate a binary

Sent to the principals office straight from the libary

But since my voice was about as high as Mariah Carey

When I had the douchey spiky hair like Guy Fieri

My flavor was a mystery you never knew what you were getting it could be some mild or some Wild Cherry

Just read my diary, cause I'm wirey

But I'm irie, and I spit it firey, hire me

I wouldn't hurt a fly

Though sensitive you never heard me cry

But I got a certified dirty mind

So grab some turpentine, a dash of listerene

And splash my mouth out with a gallon jug of Mister Clean

I'm flashing on every asshole up in the classroom

I'm planning on coming sick I hope you had your antihistamines

Before I split the scene, and we can puff pass

Cause I'm an honor roll kid who liked to cut class

A babyface but I tend to shave with a cutlass

And If you switch the picture to HD you'll see my mustache

I tend to slow it down when they want just fast

I'm a vegetarian who thinks that PETA sucks ass

I bring the ruckus, while shmucks be kissing my tuchus, I bookishly bust it nasty, you should be rocking a dust mask

I like smoking dope, but won't pop a pill

I think Oprah's ill, but I loathe Dr. Phil

I got the propers to a topple your whole metrotopolis stomp an impossible obstacle I won't be stoppin to chill

From Chapel Hill to the big apple I travel the map just trampling bastards but then I handle their hospital bill

If there's beez in the trap I'm catching em

By the thorax and abdobin

And sanding the stingers down to a rough quill

Then I dip em in ink, and I scribble a bit

But if it they wriggle then I tickle em untill they hold still

Lemme say it again

In my land of pretend

I use bees as a motherfuckin pen

But a lot of the guys I know

Have been saying that I'm so so

They're not a believer

That I'm a keeper

B-b-But I don't know

Maybe it's cause I be looking like Leave it to Beaver they're thinking that I don't flow

Even if I could be running in circles around em as if I'm gyroscope

I'll enter the draft and I'm thinking I might go pro

Running the jungle like I'm an albino rhino

Deep in the undergrowth

Fuck a disaster, bring on the asteroids

Never gonna gonna be massacred like all of the dinos though

Bring on primal vinyl magic show

I'm turning a blind eye to the bullcrap, waving bye bye

Zippity doo dah

Suck on my booty

Done with the bad luck

Put on my brass knucks

And I cold cock any Pol Pot in the whole spot, with that boom

I'm Fiddler on the Roof hitting Hitler in his fruits of the loom

I'm Jew, on the right side but it's true

I'm a Christian on the left

Side of my family crest, dude

I've been to public school and private, been unpopular and popular and I don't think people pop from a test tube