(Verse 1)

I think I'm Michael Cera, I might be Jonah Hill


I might be awkward still. I might be out to kill


I might be at the arty, tryna score with a !@^% named Becca only had 2 shots and I'm throwing up liquor

George Michael Jr. she gone let me smash, maybe. After she see the video for Daily


After she see the money I ain't making. After she see the way I make my bacon


Smooth ^!$$% rapping? That's not me, I could lose my car keys faster than Nando moving pianos

Ugh, y'all could still get duffed like Mclovin. I'm hard cousin y'all some egg Mcmuffins


Something, something, ^!$$% I ain't bluffing, always money in the business that banana stand budget


Did you get that, you didn't? Well then you, didn't listen

(Chorus)


I think I'm Michael Ceraaaaaaaaa (4x)


(Verse 2)

Verse 2, coming with that OE brew, or a miller with my ^!$$%aa, Buster got the juice


Gan Gan got enough L to serve the troops, she turn up more than me. We turn up more than you


They say I'm off that candy for your nose, but what do you suppose, losing all my major roles

It's like if Michael Christmas one day wasn't booked for shows. Imagine Suplex Steve not jumping off the $#&@ing ropes


Head bussin like Bone Crusher, you bone suckers


Could never stop me, just steal thhe stream and watch me

And as I practice using all this force in my garage, having dreams bout throwing Maeby mixed with Ann in a menage


4 bars hotter than songs by Doin-The-Most Jones, rolling stoned, getting messages like I got 4 phones


Hair grown I'm a man homes. Tryna bone bad (*##$es then I'm gone, I think I'm Michael Cera

(Outro)


*Beautiful singing*... I think I'm Michael Cera (2x)


^!$$% I'm

Superbad, sup-superbad aye. (6x)