Yo, look away look away or he'll blind your eyes Avoid the monsta shun the nature he defies He aint no little boy he's an accident Might be a medical toy - an experiment Gone bad - has the head of an animal On his last leg with the mind of a vegetable He's interruptin' the game - standin' by the wall He's limpin' through the courtyard - they drop the ball
I am the meek Pathetic geek For all you see - I am, I'm the freak And when I'm weak I'm more than you at your peak And when I wear your face, I show you who's the freak
Ah, you better not get too close - he's a cannibal Don't even say his name - it's unspeakable He's got the social skill of a 1 year old But he can tolerate pain like a cannonball I never saw him but I hear he's a bad mutation Some kinda offspring of a landfill creation And if the word is true he looks like you all He cleared the park out - he's alone with your basketball
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zp zp dribble drool the ball - no one knows how you can Slam it on the rim ram it like that jammin' by the wall You contaminate the park You quarantine the ball You can stay until it's dark and take home the ball
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Compositor: Ronald Jay Blumenthal ECAD: Obra #10247452