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 Trolley the Train,
And watch me dip their ass 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!
Punk! I will Mr. T bag you in the closest cemetery!
Nobody's gonna miss you 'cause all your friends imaginary!