Now everybody in the 202, throw your hands in the air 'cuz Fat Joe is through. Now everybody in the 202, throw 'em up! I'm a white boy, but my neck is red. I put Miracle Whip on my Wonder Bread. My face is pale, nah, I've never been in jail. Me and Buffy spend every winter at Vail. How many bitches have I slapped? Zero. Unh!. And Martha Stewart happens to be my hero. I grew up on a farm and I was born with no rhythm. Dr. Phil's my uncle and I like to hang with him. I can't dance. I wear khaki pants. My middle name's Lance. My Grandma's in France. So maybe I'm wack. 'Cause my skin ain't black. But you can't talk smack. 'Cause whitey just struck back