Self Defeat

One, I'm tripping literally, I should be dishwashing 'Cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing Go ahead and ask my bosses, they'll tell you that Im clumsy I'll probably fall into your fist, so you don't have to punch me Two, I'm vegetarian so I don't want no beef You've lost expensive jewelry, I've lost my crooked teeth I sing in church choir, my daddy is a reverend I tried to be a gansta, but my curfew was eleven Three, I drive my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud Do my homework every night, then coming to this rowdy crowd I signed a full on battle, filled in all the basics But when they saw it was me, they put me on the wait list Four, I run from bullies in the streets, I don't know how to fight I don't throw lefts or rights, I just slap, sprint and write I'm skinny all scrawny arms and a tiny chest Shoot I could hide behind that pole if I just hold my breath Five, my apron look like a drees I should twirl around like a pretty princess I'm not a busboy I'm a waitress But I can't get the drink right, taste test Let me find whose around, those your guests My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip My shoes don't fit, they hand me down From the salvation army right downtown When I walk into the room the lights go down I'm so ugly mom won't hug me And that's ten better disses than you I beat myself some you couldn't do