| My mother told me if you got it there’s no need to flaunt it
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| Cause everything I’ll get depends on just how bad I want it
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| I said this to myself one day, minding my own beeswax
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| When this big, buff tough guy stepped to me
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| And I’m like «Ease back, sleezestack!»
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| Before I knock your big butt silly
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| He then pulled out a gun, I gave him a hug and said «Don't kill me.»
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| You don’t wanna waste a bullet on a bum like me, scum like me
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| I want my mommy, help me somebody
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| He started pulling my arm and jerkin me (Oww!)
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| Stop it man, you’re hurting me
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| Reminded I had a gun to my head
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| So I said ok certainly, you the man (Need a hand?)
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| Where’s Superman when you need him?
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| Should I feed him a knuckle sandwich
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| Or play possum and stop breathing?
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| I’m leavin, competition’s cool and all of that
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| But I didn’t get into rap to be attacked
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| I’m packin my backpack strap to bust a thinkin cap
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| And just laugh at the people who don’t know how to act
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| See the derailed hate the on track, in fact
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| Alone they cower, so the blind bind to find power
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| That’s why I’m lookin out like the Hubble
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| Telescope lens for the trouble
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| See when you’re as tight as Bowser’s trousers
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| Or «Saturday Night Fever» slacks
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| Macks and G’s attack, hopin you flee
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| Steady mobbin like Robinson Crusoe
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| It’s as primitive as can be
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| Now if you (if you) wanna know (wanna know)
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| The real deal about the crew
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| Well, don’t you know (don't you know)
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| We’re Ugly Duckling, and we’re doing it just for you
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| I said, if you (if you) don’t know (don't know)
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| The real deal about the crew
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| Well, don’t you know (don't you know)
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| We’re Ugly Duckling, and we’re doing it just for you
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| + (Andy Cooper)
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| Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away
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| I’ve got to find a place to play like my own sandbox
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| So I can do a Mr. Spock (and use my Vulcan mind)
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| To leave the grit and grind behind the foul line
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| Shootin two, who’s the owl giving a hoot (Not you)
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| Help Woodsy spread the word to the so called nerd
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| To stay Huffy tough luff or get knocked on his duff
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| By a vulgar ogre, holder of all the hall passes
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| (Who broke into my locker and he smashed my glasses)
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| Courage fled Herman’s head but it was too late to back out
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| He took my lunch sack and went to the rack like Jerry Stackhouse
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| (Oooh!!) blackout, out comes the mouthpiece
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| But the Mick he quickly picked me back up on my feet
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| I said, look over there (Over where?) over there he looked
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| A left hook had him shook (That's the oldest trick in the book)
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| I followed through with the 1, 2, knockin him on his keister
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| Then leavin the barrio I said («Adios mister»)
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| Pale rider, saddle bags tied tight
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| (Happy trails…) into the night
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| Now if you (if you) wanna know (wanna know)
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| The real deal about the crew
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| Don’t you know (don't you know)
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| We’re Ugly Duckling, and we’re doing it just for you
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| I said, if you (if you) don’t know (don't know)
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| The real deal about the crew
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| Don’t you know (don't you know)
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| We’re Ugly Duckling, and we’re doing it just for you
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| Don’t you know (don't you know)
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| We’re Ugly Duckling, and we’re doing it just for you
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| Don’t you know (don't you know)
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| We’re Ugly Duckling, and we’re doing it just for you |