Running is fun
I have a gun
I am the son
Now you are done
I have a honey bun
Stun in the sun
That kind of sounds a bit lame
Like your Mum
You are a dummy dumb
I'm only young
Eatin' off my plate
You cannot have a crumb
You want money
I have a ton
Please ask Siri
If you want my sum
I'm spitting fire
You will need Sun Bum
I know how to work drums
Like I'm Josh Dun
In a rap battle
Ay yeah, I won
Quick on my feet
You cannot outrun
You are not fun
If you haven't got puns
Throw with the intention of winning
Wow! Home run!
Kicks going wild
Sound like sub-machine gun
Doing acapella
Ain't nothing to beat on
Pop art, Drop top
Popping out the top like Pop Rocks
Paul Blart, Mall Cop
Can't catch me, it's a false stop
I'm in the gift shop tryin'a buy a cough drop
Why am I running in flip flops
Reporting me on your Laptop
Tryin'a send me to a sweat shop
Ice cream you scream stop licking all the ice cream
You are just about as funny as a dead meme
Little bit faker than a green screen
I don't even think auto-tune can save you when you sing