[Refrain]
What's Cale to your eyes? Odd
What's Cale to your ears? Weird
What's Cale to an iPod? Something that's never gonna be here
A kid who's never gonna be cool
From tenth grade back to preschool
Back when I was playing checkers all the other kids were rocking on the playground wearing Sketchers

[Verse 1]
I am not the greatest, I had a set of braces
I don't have chains but I bought a tennis bracelet
I don't spit game but I salivate a lot
I click Quit Game but I don't get played a lot
I think so I am, but you all remain a thought
So while I do get head, I also get brain on top of it
Do this, rue this, furthest thing from brutish
So if we get into a fight, you'll pull a Brutus
If we get into a fight, I'll pull a calf muscle
Hundred percent lame, not even half hustle
Hold up: Let me now portray an image
Of a rapper who is rocking on the mic and eating spinach
And ricotta on his pizza; keep it fresher on the dough
Add a lot of cheese and put some extra on the flow
Sandals and a pair of socks, a pair is imperative
A paradigm of paradox, impairing like a pair of dicks

[Verse 2]
Look: While other rappers taking care of biz
I'm busy smoking a pot to make asparagus
Too busy working on math or doing chemistry
To see you twerking an ass or sipping Hennessy
I'm not a party boy; perhaps you've figured out
That I am not an extroverted, charismatic, wigging-out
On Friday night type, nah, give me season one of Lost
I'll be chomping on popcorn, maybe then I'll floss
I've never been in a fight and all my linens is white
I'm clean; you're killing pussy--I'm pussy genocide
Too busy sweeping the floor to spit a dirty rhyme
I keep it quiet and study just like a nerdy mime
Yeah

[Refrain]
What's Cale to your eyes? Odd
What's Cale to your ears? Ick!
What's Cale to an Izod? Is it on sale? He'll take six
What's Cale to your eyes? Odd
What's kale to your stomach? Healthy
What's rap? Oh, my God
No, really, what's rap? Please help me