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by "revenge of the nerds"

Whoa!

Is that the best you can do?

"Revenge of the nerds"?

I mean, come on, man.

That's just way too easy.

You got some basic skill,

I'll give you that.

But you ain't all that with the rhymes.

Oh.

Oh, really, Mr. Nerd?

So what you really trying to say?

I can come up five better,

and more clever ways

that you could've dissed me.

Five? Please! In your dreams.

One, I'm tripping literally

I should be dish-washing

Cause I got bow-legged knees

and often they be crossin'

Go ahead and ask my bosses

They'll tell you that I'm clumsy

I'll probably fall into your fist

so you won't have to punch me

Yeah! Clean it up!

Let's go, baby! Come on.

Two, I'm vegetarian

So I don't want no beef

You floss expensive jewelry

I floss my crooked teeth

I sing in church choir

My daddy is a reverend

I tried to be a gangster,

but my curfew was 11:00

Three, I drive my Vespa

through the streets

And wear my helmet proud

Do my homework every night

And then come here

to this rowdy crowd

I signed up for the battle

Filled in all the basics

But when they saw that it was me

They put me on the wait list

Four, I run from bullies in the streets

I don't know how to fight

I don't throw lefts or rights

I just left and sprinted right

I'm skinny, y'all

Scrawny arms and a tiny chest

Shoot, I could hide behind that pole

if I just hold my breath

Five, my apron looks like a dress

I should twirl around

like a pretty princess

I'm not a busboy, I'm a waitress

But I can't get the drinks right

Taste test

Let me buy another round

for your guest

My hands got sweaty

and I lost my grip

My shoes don't fit

They're hand-me-downs

From the Salvation Army

right downtown

When I walk into the room,

the lights go down

I'm so ugly, Mom won't hug me

And that's 10 better disses than you

I beat myself

Something you couldn't do

Really? Really?

Yo, yo, everybody!

It seems as if Urkel over here

thinks he's a pretty clever rapper.

Yeah, pretty clever.

So, I'm calling him out.

Urkel, Urkel, Urkel,

Urkel, Urkel, Urkel.

Yo, Cy,

don't worry about that clown.

That fake jewelry

is gonna put a rash around his neck.

He straight-up embarrassed me.

One day he'll get his payback.

But seriously, Cy,

what's your deal, man?

'Cause I know you got

the dope rhymes in the notepad.

I don't know. It's just...

It's different

when I'm writing songs by myself.

I can't do all that up on the stage

when everyone's watching me.

Cy. All you need to do

is get your flow tight,

get some new phat gear,

work on your stage presence,

hit the gym a lil' bit, get a haircut,

moisturize that ashy skin,

and if you put some zit cream on that

forehead, you'll be straight, dude!

I'm telling you.

Oh, and then I'll be straight?

- Yo, show's on. Come on.

- All right, bro, turn it on.

Welcome to Eb&Flo, the best urban

music showcase on the planet.

I'm Ebony Wright.

And I'm Florida Ortiz,

and we are here tonight with Roxie!

- That's our girl!

- That's our girl!

Dang, man, she is looking fine!

Dude, just think, we were all

in third grade together.

She was missing

a front tooth, remember?

She's not missing anything now.

We're here to talk to Roxie

about her new video.

What's up with this group

criticizing your music

and how you look in the video?

What else should! wear, a parka?

So I put on a little somethin'.

It's not a crime.

Oh, it's criminal.

Rumor has it that

you and Atlanta Records

are working on a hot new project.

That's right! You make it, we break it.

It's a contest where one amateur artist

will get their song produced

by my record label

and made as a video for On The Beat.

Just send in a track and a recent photo

and the winner

will be announced live on EB&Flo.

- You're so cool!

- Right here!

So, listen. What do you say

to those wannabe stars out there

who want to enter a song?

Just keep it real

and write from your heart.

All right, okay! Now let's hear it

for Atlanta's own Roxie!

I'm gonna submit a song for the contest.

- For real?

- Yeah. I'm gonna win it.

I don't know about all that.

WW you say that?

'Cause I'm doin' a song

for the contest, too.

'Bout to bust my rap skills

out on you, son.

Okay, we'll see who has skills.

And that would be me. All right, bro,

it's getting late. I'll catch you later?

- You know it.

- All righty. Peace.

Her beauty's crazy

I watch her from the crowd

Her voice is so amazing

She'd make her momma proud

I tried to send her flowers

But she has no address

Her home is in my heart

It's like she never left

This is more than a crush

More than a like-like

More than a love

Baby, imma make you mine

And I ain't givin' up

This is more than a crush

More than a like-like

More than a love

Baby, imma make you mine

And I ain't givin' up

Don't run away

Don't run away from the truth

'Cause I'm not giving up on you

Don't run away

Don't run away from the truth

'Cause I'm not giving up on you

Normally I couldn't turn your head

That's why I had to write this instead

Let's be friends

Start out slow

Get to know you beyond your glow

You're more than meets the eye

Girl you're pterodactyl fly

Way back when you knew my name

Tell the truth is what I claim.

Don't run away

Don't run away from the truth

'Cause I'm not giving up on you

Don't run away

Don't run away from the truth

'Cause I'm not giving up on you

Oh, no.

Now, we were talking about

my generation,

now I wanna talk about today's youth.

Today's youth...

Door needs some oil.

Amen!

It's nice to see my son,

our choir director,

is almost on time for church.

But almost don't cut it

in the kingdom of God, do it?

- Amen!

- I heard ya, I heard ya!

Today's youth.

They say they're not in church

'cause it's too early on Sunday

and they're too tired.

Well, guess what? I'm tired, too.

- Amen!

- I heard ya!

Tired of being blasted

by harsh language out of car stereos.

I heard ya!

Tired of seeing our girls with

their shorts and their skirts too high.

Tired of looking at our boys

wearing their pants too low.

But most of all,

I'm tired of rap and them rap clubs

keeping our kids out so late

on Saturday night

that they can't get up early

on Sunday morning and go to church

'cause they're too...

Tired!

You all know what place

I'm talking about, too.

That place downtown.

And don't you all let them fool you

into believing that it's a good thing.

It keeping our kids safe,

and "off the streets. "

What I am sure about is that

I wouldn't let my son or daughter

support something as blasphemous

as that club,

and neither should you.

People,

we gotta come together as a community

and eliminate the harmful influences

of hip-hop

and end the powerful grip

it's got on our children.

- You're right.

- Yeah.

Young women gotta stop being video

vixens and start being valedictorians.

Come on, man!

Amen!

Young men gotta stop being gangstas

and start being graduates.

Young people gotta turn off that stereo

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