Roast Yourself Challenge

Waddup everyone?!
It's your girl Superwoman
In the kitchen
A plate o' roasted Lillys what I'm cooking
I'm a loud, brown girl
Who's pretty ratchet lookin'
If it wasn't for diversity
I wouldn't get no bookings

And I play all of my characters
Because I have no friends
And I'm never lookin' sexy
So my videos never trend
And when I wipe my beard off
There's always still a strip
Nah, nah that ain't no makeup
I need to wax my upper lip

I shave in the morning
By lunch it grows back
Jump cuts in my edits
Make up for what I lack
And I say that I'm a rapper
But I only have two tracks
And my hair is so long
It gets stuck in my buttcrack

And I'm always saying, 'eff'
'Cause I'm so scared of cursing
How girls do this and that
Then I make a boy version
All these dating topics
Are just a big diversion
So you don't notice
I'm a big, old virgin

You can find my face on billboards
And on taxi cabs
But I'm only getting views
'Cause YouTube runs my ads
And I hate Air Canada
I complain like a child
But I still fly with them
Because I'm getting Airmiles

My toes are never done
So I can never wear sandals
And I wear boys' jeans
Just to hide my love handles
In fact, I'm kind of a dude
So I understand
When people say,
"Yo, are you that boy Superman?"

And I walk into auditions
Get rejected every time
Unless they need some promo
Then it's my time to shine
'Cause then I get a cameo
Where I have one line
And I'm on screen for less time
Then when I'm in the Vine

And I am so single
'Cause I'm always scaring guys
And my boobs are always sagging
'Cause I don't know my bra size
And I'm really, really awkward
If I ever try to be girly
Forever alone
Even this beat left me early
(shmurr)