Staring at this sock on my head
You like to think that it's weird
I'd like to say
I'm not that wack

When you pass people on the sidewalk
You pass them on the left
Not the right
I'm not that wack

Just because my breath smells like pop tarts
Doesn't mean i eat them
All day, everyday
I'm not that wack

Speaking in tounge to anyone and everyone
Who talks back to you
I'm not that wack

I can rub my finger on my tongue
And put it in your ear
And wiggle it
I'm not that wack

I can jump up in the air
And laugh and laugh
And laugh and laugh
I'm not that wack
I can talk backwards
[Backwards talking]
I'm not that wack

Count me out
'cause i'm not coming back
Count me out
'cause i'm not coming back