| I would have been completely dead had it not been for the shark man.
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| Shark man? |
| *chuckling*
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| Judging from his appearance, thats the most appropriate
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| Name I could come up with for him.
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| I hate this kid.
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| This uhh… thing youre talking about.
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| It had the body of a shark, and the arms and face of a man?
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| Thats the chap.
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| Holy jumping jackfish!
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| Intro two: mr. |
| gerbik
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| Yes, you have met the dangerous 208 year-old uncle of dr. |
| octagon.
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| I myself mr. |
| gerbik. |
| half-shark, half-man, skin like alligator.
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| Carrying a dead walrus. |
| check it.
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| Verse one: mr. |
| gerbik
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| With my white eyes, gray hair, face is sky-blue yellow
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| Sideburns react, my skin is colored lilac
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| My skin turn orange and green in the limousine
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| People think Im mixed with shark, drinking gasoline
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| Underwater I breathe and let loose on my sleeve
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| Walking down hollywood boulevard with a credit card
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| Three alligators behind me, feel my skin is hard
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| Transvestites, and people watch space parasites
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| I left his head in the store, legs in the street
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| Body in wilcox, with blood dripping off my feet
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| L.a.p.d. |
| through gray clouds couldnt see me I first turned rainbow, closed my eyes, watch my brain glow
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| People got scared and ranned away they think Im weird
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| I was born this way, halfsharkalligator
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| Is he weird??
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| Chorus: mr. |
| gerbik *singing*
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| Half-shark-alligator-half-man
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| «half man, half shark!»
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| Half-shark-alligator-half-man
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| «half man, half shark!»
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| Verse two: mr. |
| gerbik
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| My vomit fluctuates, covers your skull like protoplasm
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| Lightning bugs turn pink, on my tongue catches spasms
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| Green elephants, I battle streets with a zebra
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| My mechanism is more than dionnes psychic voodoo
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| African beads, snakeskins, cold script through you my medical passes
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| You cant see, with greedy glasses
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| Carbon dioxide, pour right through em with gases
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| My description dinosaur
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| I was made half-shark-half-man, my skin is like razor blades
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| Seven-oh-seven, mr. |
| gerbik
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| Verbally no one change my thoughts, animals fly from philly
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| My appetites more big its time for wildabeasts
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| Adjust my skulls, seven eyes switch hydraulic scribbles
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| And shrimps, mack gorillas like a pimp
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| Half-shark-alligator-man
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| Verse three: mr. |
| gerbik
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| In my real world, orangutangs dance for thanksgiving
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| With skeleton bones and skunk tails, is my mission
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| Holding backward raps to all my power packs
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| Babboons clap, and girl horses wanna hit the sack
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| Were too bold for ocean water, monkeys sniffin ice
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| Contact jupiter pools martians bring my rice
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| Im out flyin with purple capes in the twilight
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| Oooh ooh ooh, tonights the night
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| My oxygen regions, new york to california
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| Half shark alligator half man!
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| Outro: pbs «nature»
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| It takes a supreme feat of strength to swim through
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| The water plows while dragging two hundred and
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| Fifty pounds on your back… the crocodiles teeth
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| Are designed to seize and hold, not to cut through
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| Skin. |
| during all the hours the somber lay in the water,
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| But are unable to penetrate the deers tough hide.
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| The crocodiles make a few token objections; |
| but in the
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| End, give up the struggle. |