Ayo, dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate I'm anywhere from twenty to thirty-five pounds overweight I got red eyes and one of them's lazy

And they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy.
I'm albino, man, I know I'm pink and pale
And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails,
I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right
Face type, shiny, I stay up and write late nights,
My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts,
A mixture of what I like and what I wear to work,
I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps, I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want,
You might think I'm depressed as can be,
But when I look in the mirror I see sexy-ass me,
And if that's somethin that you can't respect then peace,
My life's better without you, actually.
To everyone out there who's a little different,
I say damn a magazine, these is God's fingerprints.
You can call me ugly but can't take nothing from me,
I am what I am, doctor, you ain't gotta love me.