Strings be danglin'
Red Jawn be swangelin'
Zone Freak Creeper
Totes the big street sweepa
My Duncan Yo Yo be swangin
People be sweating my steez
None can beleive,
My Red Yo Yo swingin
Chopping through the leaves
I could navigate through a forest
Float on dangerous seas
Just give me a Yo Yo
And send me A Bunk bed
equipped with a friend
We can be Bunk buddies and play with our Yo Yo's
We can look at each other and make Cat faces
But after too long of a while you should leave me alone
With
MY
Yo Yo
I can do the cats cradle and ROCK DA BOAT
I can strangle your brother
Yo Yo around his throat
Cause of Death
Was a cool Yo Yo trick
But nobody was angry
Cause my Skills be so slick.
My yo yo fans
Fold Yo Yo hands
And pray
For the day
That their Yo Yo's stay
Sleeping
Cause that's a trick two
Time delay master
I belong to a Kazoo
Only something so funky
Could house me and raise me
I dance in mysterious dirty ways
I was born on a deadly day
So tie your Yo yo in knots
And stay out of my way


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