The Jazzclub Fiasco (Oh No)

Hey you, sitting at the table I see you, sitting at the table Bitch you don't like my scatting? Well just stop yapping And maybe listen up Yeah, just listen up I got a two by four in my pickup truck Go to bed, get yo' mama to tuck you in 'Cos you actin' like a baby right now That's right, a buffoon little baby bitch whiny boy Get the hell out of my contemporary jazz club You pretentious white boy Now that dude's outta here Who wanna hear me spit some bars? Maybe I should do some jazz improv on my guitar Let's do a poll, a show of hands if you must (If you must, ok, ok?) Everyone for the bars say heyo (Heyo) Everyone for the guitar say heyo (Heyo) Looks like its a 50/50 split So here's my ultimatum Let's do the both at the same time At the same time Time to rap about my woes I'm like Spider-Man I got too many foes Green Goblin, more like anxiety Doc Ock, more like TikTok Venom, well actually Venom is a pretty accurate representation Of the good and evil in all of us But Rhino, my god he is like my heart 'Cos he breaking too many things all the time Oh lord I'm just glad I don't have a Vulture like thing in my life Can't really think of an analogy right now It doesn't really matter 'Cos this little bit is nearly over Ya'll ever heard any jazz standards? There's a little cool thing that's coming up You ready? You might be able to recognise it It's coming right about Now Now That was the lick I don't really know how to end the song So I'm probably just gonna cut it off here