(Rap)
Verse 1

Got this problem,
All ya can see
I’m not much bigger,
Then five foot three.
Well I’m five foot six
But I cant attracted chicks,
Other guys slag ya,
Just to get kicks.
I’m looking out my window
Watchin’ people walkin’ by
They lookin’ pretty high,
In-to the sky.
Compared to me,
JMcG
Of the B.A.C.,
In a crew called JDD.
Speakin’ of which
This life’s a bitch.
I used to be tallest member,
But now there’s a switch.
Take Dave for example,
He’s like eight foot seven.
Not gonna stop groin’
Until he gets to heaven,
WHAT!?
I try to eat good,
Live like I should,
Kick back and relax
After trainin’ to the max.
I wear the right clothes,
Don’t talk to smoes,
And always go to the jacks,
No matter what.
If I’m wearin’
What kinda slacks.

(Talking)
This is JMcG,
Putin’ it out for JDD, y’all.
Kickin’ back.
You know what I’m doin’ in me bedroom.
Wooo!
Who knows what I’m gonna do?
Maybe we’ll find out, in verse number two,
WHAT!?

(Rap)
Verse 2

I’ve bin around the world,
Lookin’ at books.
Tryin’ to solve my short problem,
But all dem books did suck.
Now I think I’m shrinkin’,
Used to be five foot seven.
If I won a million,
I wouldn’t buy a house in Devon.
I’d buy a stretchin’ machine,
For stretchin’ out bodies.
That way I’d get tall,
Impress some girl named Lotti
WHAT!?
They tell me eat veg and meat,
In large proportions.
I don’t much food though,
It’d send me into contortions.
You know the score,
Not growin’ much
Har, har, har.
Looks like I’m goin’
To have to get smaller clothes,
Me shoes don’t fit me,
You knows why.
I can’t sit high,
Because I’m so small,
Who ever wants to tell me,
How to get tall.
Step forward
I’ll take you gladly,
Just tell me how!
I have to grow lately!
You know what? Wait!
I wanna be small!
Small’s the underdog,
Small’s against the wall.
So there ya go,
End of the story.
I will kill you,
Cause I’m small like jackanorie!