The following is an entirely fictional account. 
Any similarities between people living or dead is entirely 
Coincidental... just kidding. 

She fell from the sky on a black October night 
She wrote these funny songs and every one was tight 
She asked me for advice on jump-starting her career 
But I'm staring in her eyes as she's talking in my ear 
Suburban rap queen, I wrote this song for you 
Suburban rap queen, what's an MC to do? 
Suburban rap queen, every Biggie needs a Kim 
Suburban rap queen, sometimes you lose, sometimes you win 


Rapgirl, Rapgirl, I like you a lot 
You've got what it takes to rock that Lars emo spot 
Rapgirl, Rapgirl, now tell me what to do 
When the playback is too quiet and the 
Song's already through 

This is called a breakbeat! 
It's the musical element hip-hop 
Was founded on back in 1969. 
That's educational. 

She fell from the sky with a superhero icon 
We battled in the studio like, "Hey, yo, is this mic on?" 
I went down for the count, she went up on the beat 
I told her she was hot because stuff like that is sweet 
She attacked me with her similes like killer bees at a park 
I came back with a metaphor, an angry great white shark 
The bass line that she struck threw me flat on my back 
So I came back with a track in a lyrical attack 



Because girls are so confusing, and I guess they'll always be 
I should just become a monk, resign to celibacy 
Then I'd never have to worry about what a hug might mean 
See these girls who want to be your friend 
May be just what they seem 
We had burritos in your dorm and talked about Dizzee Rascal 
We wrote a song together, recorded it, and that's all 
Romantic love is fear of waking up alone 
In Redwood City with platonic voice mail on your phone 



Rapgirl, Rapgirl (Rapgirl, Rapgirl) 
Suburban rap queen, 
I wrote this song for you 
Rapgirl, Rapgirl (Rapgirl, Rapgirl) 
Suburban rap queen, 
What's an MC to do?