My shades are too cool for you
expensive as a baby shitzu
Wearin' em all day even in the supermarket
even in the parking lot it don't matter I don't drop it

I ignore you if you see me
you see me? Nah, excuse me.
I'm way too cool for you like uh hello you ain't a hottay
are you here to give me my starbucks mocha chi latte?

I won the school spelling bee
Cause I spell the words correctly
Don't whine and remind that you're 8 grades behind me
my mind is designed to wind around words and rhymes see

I park in handicapped spaces
Even when there's lots of open places
I'll lie til I die straight to a cops eye
that I broke my left thigh and I'll break down and cry

Cause imma D-bag
Imma D-dag
Don't ya see lad
That imma D-bag

Cause imma D-bag
Imma D-dag
Don't ya see lad
That imma D-bag

Don't you go wagin' yo finga just cause you sad
I'm glad you sad, an' your sad I'm glad
Well don't get mad, guarantee iron clad
I'm just a D-bag

Imma C-word, and a B-word
Think F-U-C-K me word
I don't give a damn, you'll be down like BAM grand slam
if you call me any-a those words, man

My house has a special nook
Dedicated to taking picture for facebook
I've got 73 pictures of my abs
and in one picture you can even see my crabs!

Woah! I hope my bros don't see that...

I only own shirts with collars
Popped and locked at all times holla!
And each one was at least $80 dollas but I stole
most of them cause I'm a straight up balla!

I'm always hungry when I come into yo house
Don't care if you just went shopping I'm a louse
I'll eat it all, I don't care who it's for, lookin through drawers
then I'll do the same next door

I smell just like an abercrombie store
Put on Cologne like more
I look orange from my fake tan
but that's all part of my master game plan

I've got homosexual tendencies
With brotastic dependencies
Screw Vitamin C I'm dishing out
Daily doses of Vitamin D for D-baggery

Cause imma D-bag
Imma D-dag
Don't ya see lad
That imma D-bag

Cause imma D-bag
Imma D-dag
Don't ya see lad
That imma D-bag

Don't you go wagin' yo finga just cause you sad
I'm glad you sad, an' your sad I'm glad
Well don't get mad, guarantee iron clad
I'm just a D-bag

My skin is tan, My hair is spiked
My hat is tipped, Hold on tight!
I'm wearing sandals, I got chains on my neck
My pants are too big reach down n check!

Reach down n check yeah, reach down n check
don't be a fag, just reach down n check
We're all bros here so let me see your rear
whisper in my ear that you want to see my rear

Driving down the road in my big ass hummer
Daddy bought it for me during last summer
Blast my radio loud to that angry crowd
I'm not well endowed

Guys, I'm looking for my John Mayer CDs... has anyone seen 'em?