[Intro]
Yo, aight. Yo, aight. Yo, aight. Yo, aight. You think this beat'll lose respect for me?
Go ahead and push the dislike button, because I seriously, honestly, from the bottom of my heart, don’t give a shit

[Verse 1]
‘My name is the Missing Link and this is how I rap
It’s 1991 and I’m skipping on the track
Every single bar sounds exactly the same
I learned from the Beastie Boys and haven’t seemed to change
All I really have is an image and a dream
I’m a little insecure, so I like to rep my team
But my leader is a pussy and he doesn’t wanna drop’

Oh man stop
You know I drop the kinda shit that makes motherfucker’s heads bob
Mess with the jester and you’re bound to get your beds robbed
Thinking i'ma quit because faggots make threats? Nah
It's all day with me just exactly as I said
And if I wanna keep it going, that’s what it does
I’m the prosecuting attorney the jury and the judge
I make the call
Make it raw
Yo about to take the fall
You want it? You got it motherfuckers let’s get it on

“My name is Claas and I rap really intense
I’ve had a bad identity crisis ever since
I first realized that I was interracial and hence
I try my hardest to fit in with different groups of friends
I be like (Hey whaddup n***a) with the ones that are black
Then go back to my white friends like (Dude hop on this track)
I’m a fucking mistake I don’t know how to act”
“Hey Claas at least you can say n***a when you rap
It’s okay man I’m white, I don’t even like it
Your horrorcore’s Barack Obama I can be your Biden
You can get away with saying whatever you want
Look at me; I’m a fat ugly suburbanite cunt
With a douchebag beard and a stupid fucking name
That I ran with because, well nothing better came
You could join Chrome Records we got lots of fans. Feel me?
Just do some dirt for Grewsum and you’re in” “Oh man really?
That’s exactly what I need, I need to be accepted
And you look good; my penis just erected”

“It’s cool we’re all butt buddies over here at Chrome
We hang out with the sick fucks and well, when in Rome
I mean me and Jimmy Don strap our jimmies on
Fuck, pull out, circle jerk and bukake Kenan’s mum when he’s gone
We never judge, we accept you as you are
We’ll accept your penis too especially when it’s hard,”

“Oh my gosh that sounds awesome, what dirt do I gotta do?’
Well there’s this rapper the Jokerr your last girlfriend probably knew
Who took a shot at Grew, and well before he thought it through
Grew announced that he would swing back but never bothered to
So now we gotta go to bat, ‘Alright’
Write a couple tracks, ‘Yeah’
Post ‘em on his Facebook and force him to react
‘Oh fuck yeah I’m down
Let’s get this fucking clown
Wait what’s that sound?’
Oh shit it’s Grewsum”
[Hook]
You’re going up against a one-man army!
If you like it then you love it I’m the
One-man army!
I know you really want to rumble with the
One-man army!
You ain’t breathing if you step up to the
One-man army!
Hoo! Hoo!
So when I scream, “where my soldiers at, all across the land?”
I’m the only motherfucker who needs to raise his hand ‘cause I’m the
One-man army!
It looks like [?]
One-man army!
Do you really want to rumble with the
One-man army!
You ain’t breathing if you step up to the
One-man army!
Hoo! Hoo!
So when I scream, “where my soldiers at, all across the land,”
I’m the only motherfucker who needs to raise his hand ‘cause I’m the
One-man army!
And it looks like [?] again
One-man army!