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 आप with your own sweater sleeves
आप 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 आप cause all your फ्रेंड्स imaginary
["Mister Rogers"]
Hi there neighbor
I hope आप 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 आप just the way आप are, one in a million, but it looks like the barber gave your head a brazillian. I pity your neck, Mr. सोना chains. You’ve got too many, the only सोना I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys. I teach the whole world full of children. I can tell आप call yourself T cause you’re too dumb to spell.
[Mr. T - DeStorm]
Who आप calling dumb fool?
Mr T. only needs one letter
Hello? It’s for you
Bill Cosby wants his sweater
You’re a 40 साल old virgin in a dumpy @ss house
I’ll get Hannibal, Murdoch and Face to stomp आप out
The only pussy cat आप ever seen is on Henrietta, SUCKA!
And your Mr. McFeely, delivers a lot और than letters
So before आप come to battle with your PBS crap
How bout I call up CPS about them kids on your lap, FOOL!
["Mister Rogers"]
Watch what आप say. Kids प्यार me और 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 आप won’t even see it coming. I’ll chop आप 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 वैन, वान 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 आप with your own sweater sleeves
आप 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 आप cause all your फ्रेंड्स imaginary
["Mister Rogers"]
Hi there neighbor
I hope आप 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 आप just the way आप are, one in a million, but it looks like the barber gave your head a brazillian. I pity your neck, Mr. सोना chains. You’ve got too many, the only सोना I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys. I teach the whole world full of children. I can tell आप call yourself T cause you’re too dumb to spell.
[Mr. T - DeStorm]
Who आप calling dumb fool?
Mr T. only needs one letter
Hello? It’s for you
Bill Cosby wants his sweater
You’re a 40 साल old virgin in a dumpy @ss house
I’ll get Hannibal, Murdoch and Face to stomp आप out
The only pussy cat आप ever seen is on Henrietta, SUCKA!
And your Mr. McFeely, delivers a lot और than letters
So before आप come to battle with your PBS crap
How bout I call up CPS about them kids on your lap, FOOL!
["Mister Rogers"]
Watch what आप say. Kids प्यार me और 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 आप won’t even see it coming. I’ll chop आप 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 वैन, वान and get the f&ck outta my neighborhood.
