ANTHEM

Yo

It’s the return of the nerd who learned to burn words,

Sicker than a germ

turned into a worm

with a perm!

Wait what?

Never mind, just drop the beat!

I’m the outcast, backpack full of rap raps,

Lunchroom cypher, made the whole class clap back!

Teacher said, “Kevin , you’re goin’ nowhere!”

Well, guess what? Neither is my fuckin hair!—GONE!

I’m broke, still eatin’ Top Ramen,

But my rhymes got more hooks than Mike in 1986

You thought I wouldn’t pop?—I’m a bottle of hot Scotch,

Bubblin’ up till I’m bustin’ through your boombox!

I scribbled these syllables on the back of a napkin,

Right after my mom smacked me for rappin’ about crackheads!

Oops—I ain’t mean it, I’m just jokin’ (nah, I’m not),

Somebody tell KFK his career’s been a joke, man!

KFK WHO?!—Comin’ through with a sick tune!

KFK WHO?!—Better move, youz a bitch

KFK WHO?!—Yeah, it’s me, the skinny freak,

Runnin’ circles ‘round your clique, and I ain’t even reach my peak!

Yo

the way I spit is toxic

got em nauseous

Like a fat dude wearing

A spandex

joggin

I ain’t a gangster

ain’t claimin I’m heartless

But my pen’s been killin’ since

I learned how to start cursive!

I’m that weird kid in a big hoodie

With a Walkman playin’ terry Reid

stealin’ your cookies!

I got a foul mouth

plus I’m a loudmouth

The type to moonwalk in church

then punch a nun out!

Yo, sign me or fight me

either way, I’m likely

To write a rhyme so deadly it leaves your mic melting

I’m broke now

but soon I’ll be the GOAT pal

Watch me take over

like I hacked into your phone dial!

KFK WHO?!—Comin’ wit a sick tune!

KFK WHO?!—Better move, youz a bitch

KFK WHO?!—Yeah, it’s me, the skinny freak,

Runnin’ circles ‘round your clique, and I ain’t even reach my peak!

Yeah…

199-whatever, I’m here to ruin your tapes!

Somebody pass me a Capri Sun

I’m thirsty as hell!

Oh wait, I ain’t even got one…

man, I hate being broke!

KFK WHO?!—Haha, you’ll know soon