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lol i found a transcript for it online Mr. T 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 a$$ in gold and wear 'em like my neck chain. Sucka! I'll choke you with your own sweater sleeves you couldn't even beat me in the land of make believe. I will Mr. T bag you in the closet cemetery nobody's gonna miss you 'cause all your friends imaginary. Mr. Rogers Hi there neighbor, I hope you don't mind if I change my shoes. I'll be rocking sneakers till this battle's over so i dont get blood from your ugly face on my penny loafers. I like you just the way you are, one in a million but it looks like the barber gave your head a brazilian. I pity your neck, Mr. gold chains you got too many. The only gold I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys. I teach the whole world of children, I can tell you call yourself T cause your too dumb to spell. Mr. T Who you calling dumb fool? Mr. T only needs one letter Hello? It's for you Bill Cosby wants his sweater. You're a 40 year old virgin in a dumpy retricehouse I'll get Hannibal, Murdoch, and Face to stop you out. The only p***y cat you ever seen is on Henrietta Sucka! and your Mr. McFeely delivers a lot more than letters. So before you come to battle with your PBS crap, how about I call up CPS about them kids on your lap. Fool! Mr. Rogers Watch what you say, kids love me more than lunch. I'm not the one with my face on some whack a** Captain Crunch. When my plan comes together you won't even see it coming. I'll chop you into four black dudes and I'll remake Cool Runnings. I'll say this once, Laurence, I hope it's understood. Get right back in your van and get the (fword) out of my neighborhood.
some people with more time than they know what to do with