I say toh-may-toh so instead you say toh-mah-toh
And i say light-skinned but you say mulatto
I don't know, i prefer to go straight off the chest
Ya suck certain judges' di*ks and then you paid off the rest
With your bootleg apparell and counterfeit poetic license
Your neck's too skinny to cope this pathetic crisis
Instead of flippin' the script, i toss the fader
And throw it back and forth like i'm playin' hot potato
God, mind, and body parts so bear witness devils
And put on a pair of shorts to compare fitness levels
Old school b-boys request the response
So i lifted the veil in the fiesta resistance
I lie when i'm rappin', i tell the truth when i'm cuttin'
Girls around the way say i'm cute as a button
And it's him, johnny rockwell, male model, see him next
Freestylin' on the microphone or on a bmx
Knowin' the length and not crashin' half way
I'm chillin' and coolin' at the fashion cafe
Eatin' a salad and drinking mad champaign
And signin' the deal for the missoni ad campaign
It's just a day in the life of a pretty face
Sometimes in business, these people with their sh*tty tastes
Of a high heel shoe in their mouth with a foot in it
As for me, i got money and that's where i'm puttin' it
Where my mouth is, you know the science