The Inside Out Rap

Now people, go tell your number one

Go tell it on the mountain cuz we're bout to get crunk

Get your women, get your wife, get your trouble and strife

All six of your kids, and your auctioneer bids

And your big black Cadillac with a smoke rack

And a dog with a blog, smoking kids in the back

Of your big black Cadillac, and let me tell you the story

Of Riley Andersen

From Minnesota, this bitch she comes

This Twin Cities bitch got me sucking my thumb

Got her head in the clouds, got a voice too loud

Got her mother depressed, got her father distressed

Got a hockey stick, got a rainbow lick

Got her tongue sticking out like she's rapping too quick

Got a dog named after a sandwich

And she got five men in her head, bitch

Sadness the one who cries over boulders

Joy, that motherfucker look like Amy Poehler

Fear, that bitch scared of spiders

Disgust, that bitch don't eat french fries

And Anger, that motherfucker look like Lewis Black

And they all got Riley's back like a chiropractor

One day, her dad's like

"Kid, you're moving to San Francisco"

And Riley's like

"Dad, fuck off with that shit"

And dad goes

"Hockey, bitch, you're gonna play hockey"

And Riley goes

"Dad, fuck off with that shit"

Now Riley gets mad that she's in the Bay

And she steals her mom's credit card and runs away

The hot men of SF, they can't not see

Her stepping hard like a German Nazi

She takes a bus, she gets lost

She's gotta get home before she gets tossed

By the emotions in her head, bitch

Cuz Joy is running shit like a motherfucking lunatic