| You might’ve seen him in school or chillin on the block
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| He might’ve took your candy or hit you with a rock
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| He never picks on nobody his own size
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| He’s known for givin younger guys black eyes
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| The neighborhood bully, juvenile nightmare
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| He might’ve stole your bike and he never ever fights fair
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| Especially when you don’t give up your lunch money
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| You’re takin a chance of gettin punched, sonny
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| You know how much dude gots to ill
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| He doesn’t even know you when he’s all up in your grill
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| Talkin up all that junk, tryin to play you like a punk
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| Because his pop’s a drunk and in school he’s a flunk
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| And all girls do is flee him
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| You better pray every day that you won’t see him
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| Because he’s dirty in his hair is all wooly
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| Beware cause he’s out there, the neighborhood bully
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| He’s stalkin when he’s walkin, can’t wait to buck you
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| Wherever there’s a crowd he be waitin 'bout to jump you
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| It’s all a part of his scheme
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| And when we run (?) scene
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| Because he doesn’t fit in
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| So he goes and looks for more trouble he can get in
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| He’s sneaky, slimey, I thought I should remind you
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| Watch your back, jack, cause he might be behind you
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| You’re just another kid to mess with
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| He has a temper button, so don’t press it
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| Or say a word or make a sound
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| Because you might be pickin yourself off the ground
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| Believe me when I tell ya
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| He’s a perfect example of a failure
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| So if you see a dirty (?) wooly
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| Get set to jet, cause he’s the neighborhood bully
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| What’s his problem?
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| (The neighborhood bully)
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| Beatin you up
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| (The neighborhood bully)
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| Takin your lunch money
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| (The neighborhood bully)
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| Rippin your clothes
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| (The neighborhood bully)
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| He’s like Brutus always messin with Popeye
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| You might be havin fun until he decides to drop by
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| To bust your bubble and put you through some nonsense
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| Cause all he has is trouble on his conscience
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| I don’t see how some kids can manage
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| To let this guy constantly take advantage
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| He’s scopin, you’re hopin he doesn’t start
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| Just to be smart he’ll try to take your heart
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| Then walk with a stroll cause his role’s to be tough
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| You had enough so you try to call his bluff
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| And tell him he doesn’t scare you
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| He makes a fist and you say, «Yeah, I dare you»
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| Let him know, you ain’t soft, gee
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| And when he steps say, «Back up off me»
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| I warned you fully
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| So watch your back, he’s the neighborhood bully
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| (Oh my god)
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| (The neighborhood bully) |