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 당신 with your own sweater sleeves
You 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 당신 cause all your 프렌즈 imaginary
["Mister Rogers"]
Hi there neighbor
I hope 당신 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...
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