I don't really give a [bad word] about a pot of gold at the end

I don't really give a [bad word] about a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow if it's being on a billboard 
 From the moment I saw Chali 2na rocking under the multi- colored lighting in concert at the Fillmore 

 I'd kill for 
 punks and b-girls 
 never gonna matter I'll be spitting like a water cannon making waves I'm an orca, I recommend a poncho you'll be feeling like you're in the front row at Sea World 

 Gonna hike it till I make it, it's a good call 
 taking the mic and i spike it like a football 
 like a running back 
 like i'm under the gun but I'm never gonna crack 
 never could fall 
 It's like I'm Arnold I'm 
 skinny but I'm picking up a barbell fine 
 gonna make it putting my pen to the paper poppin out a novel in a minute 
 like I'm R.L. Stine 

 Gotta try because I got a fool's chance 
 grab the mic up at a middle school dance 
 Take it from the DJ and I rap until they plug up out on me to stop it or until I get pantsed 
 [bad word] it, they can pull the plug I'm gonna kick it acapella, Dockers at my ankles, and I tell em what I'm feeling 
 even if nobody is listening I yell it to the ceiling and I celebrate the fact that I'm alive and I'm breathing