I want fame and fortune. That’s not hard to believe.
And Internet cred isn’t hard to achieve.
Cause in the real world my music's just one big joke.
But in cyber space I’m so hot that I make smoke.
Truth is, I’m just a small fish
In this big ass lake that’s owned by mc chris.
I’m gonna do my best to stay out of his shadow.
I don’t freestyle, I use Gameboys when I battle.
Sitting all alone in my room writing raps
When all I wanna do is be like the Brothers Chapp.
Making hella bank off of t-shirt sales.
Plus I’d be attracting all of the females.
Cause ladies dig guys who get lots of respect.
Just ask Jeph who makes Questionable Content.
I just want someone to make a ringtone of this song.
And tell their friends that they’ve been down with Beefy all along.
I wanna be. I wanna be. I wanna be…
An Internet Celebrity.
I only have a fourth of the talent of Frontalot,
Cause without a funny voice I’ll never make it to the top.
I wanna see my reviews all over Aint-It-Cool-News
And have a million reads on my blog sharing my views.
Want more downloads than bootleg Daily Shows.
I'd rather get a million hits than a stable full of hoes.
Wanna be a cast member on TechTV,
Making out with Morgan Webb, all week at E3.
Over a thousand people downloaded my first EP
Figured there be more since I gave it away for free.
How can I gain fame when I can’t draw?
Photoshop freaks me out. Can’t draw a chick at all.
Guess I’ll have to hold a rabbit for ransom (Save Toby)
Or be the next Star Wars kid, only fatter and handsome.
My flash animations aren’t cutting the slack.
So that’s why I make these crappy, poorly written, nerdy raps.