Crunch, Crunch

“Mama took me to the gym, throwing uppercuts

Never did a Lutz, never did a Lutz

But falling for a boy

Turned me into a clutz

Thought I was turning the tables

Someone who couldn’t rock my cables

Playing the record, scratching the surface

Breaking CD’s, breaking mixtapes

A song I’d never get back

I run another track, I run another track

Sweat couldn’t sweat me enough

Saltwater never braised my skin so rough

Too salty to lick, too hard to kick

But hit me in the chest with a god damn brick

Should’ve gone for the kill when you had the chance

Another dude named Bill, trouble holding his stance

But mama took me to the gym, right hook

Baby are you shook? Are you shook?

You better hope you get concussed,

Brain damage is better than messin' with us

Rockin' my two sides like a Gemini

It takes talent to make twins cry

Always wasting my energy

Negative calories like celery

Crunch, crunch, crunch bitch

Tastes like dirt, you belong in a ditch”