I pity the fool who tries to step to Clubber Lang
Call me BA biceps cause I’ll crush your whole gang
Bring Tuesday, Friday and little trolly the train and watch me dip their @ss in gold
And wear em like my neck chain – SUCKA!
I’ll choke あなた with your own sweater sleeves
あなた couldn’t even beat me in the land of make believe. PUNK!
I will Mr. T bag you, in the closest cemetery
Nobody’s gonna miss あなた cause all your フレンズ imaginary
["Mister Rogers"]
Hi there neighbor
I hope あなた don’t mind if I change my shoes
I’ll be rocking sneakers till this battle’s over so I don’t get blood from your ugly face on my penny loafers. I like あなた just the way あなた are, one in a million, but it looks like the barber gave your head a brazillian. I pity your neck, Mr. ゴールド chains. You’ve got too many, the only ゴールド I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys. I teach the whole world full of children. I can tell あなた call yourself T cause you’re too dumb to spell.
[Mr. T - DeStorm]
Who あなた calling dumb fool?
Mr T. only needs one letter
Hello? It’s for you
Bill Cosby wants his sweater
You’re a 40 年 old virgin in a dumpy @ss house
I’ll get Hannibal, Murdoch and Face to stomp あなた out
The only pussy cat あなた ever seen is on Henrietta, SUCKA!
And your Mr. McFeely, delivers a lot もっと見る than letters
So before あなた come to battle with your PBS crap
How bout I call up CPS about them kids on your lap, FOOL!
["Mister Rogers"]
Watch what あなた say. Kids 愛 me もっと見る than lunch. I’m not the one with my face on some whack @ss Captain Crunch (Mr. T Sticker Inside) When my plan comes together あなた won’t even see it coming. I’ll chop あなた into four black dudes and I’ll remake Cool Runnings. I’ll say this once, Laurence. I hope it’s understood, get right back in your バン and get the f&ck outta my neighborhood.
Call me BA biceps cause I’ll crush your whole gang
Bring Tuesday, Friday and little trolly the train and watch me dip their @ss in gold
And wear em like my neck chain – SUCKA!
I’ll choke あなた with your own sweater sleeves
あなた couldn’t even beat me in the land of make believe. PUNK!
I will Mr. T bag you, in the closest cemetery
Nobody’s gonna miss あなた cause all your フレンズ imaginary
["Mister Rogers"]
Hi there neighbor
I hope あなた don’t mind if I change my shoes
I’ll be rocking sneakers till this battle’s over so I don’t get blood from your ugly face on my penny loafers. I like あなた just the way あなた are, one in a million, but it looks like the barber gave your head a brazillian. I pity your neck, Mr. ゴールド chains. You’ve got too many, the only ゴールド I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys. I teach the whole world full of children. I can tell あなた call yourself T cause you’re too dumb to spell.
[Mr. T - DeStorm]
Who あなた calling dumb fool?
Mr T. only needs one letter
Hello? It’s for you
Bill Cosby wants his sweater
You’re a 40 年 old virgin in a dumpy @ss house
I’ll get Hannibal, Murdoch and Face to stomp あなた out
The only pussy cat あなた ever seen is on Henrietta, SUCKA!
And your Mr. McFeely, delivers a lot もっと見る than letters
So before あなた come to battle with your PBS crap
How bout I call up CPS about them kids on your lap, FOOL!
["Mister Rogers"]
Watch what あなた say. Kids 愛 me もっと見る than lunch. I’m not the one with my face on some whack @ss Captain Crunch (Mr. T Sticker Inside) When my plan comes together あなた won’t even see it coming. I’ll chop あなた into four black dudes and I’ll remake Cool Runnings. I’ll say this once, Laurence. I hope it’s understood, get right back in your バン and get the f&ck outta my neighborhood.