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