Sports

Aww shit, you throw like a girl
This is another home-run for hiphop
Jeremy’s picked on in school. He’s not a walking billboard
Name brand’s authority, popularity’s still lord
Who wouldn’t kill for a few friends as opposed to nill?
Organized sports, they’re supposed to build social skills
But he’s not one of the better players on the hockey team
His team mates and even the coaches can be awfully mean
Nicknaming him pylon, and other not so subtle hints
The designated bench warmer, the other kids get double shifts
The trouble is: Sports are thought to build confidence
He’s only confident, that he’s incompetent
It cost him self respect and that’s the opposite effect
Than the one that was desired, and now we talk of his descent
It’s just a game and every game has its losers
A little less defeating being defeated by computers
So it isn’t a wonder, his friends are fictional plumbers
Mario and Luigi, they’re unconditional lovers
Give me a ___. ____. You got your ___, you got your ___
Give me a break
Jeremy’s father’s not allowed on the premises
The referee, his nemesis, took offence to his sentences
Apparently, uttering death threats is unlawful
He loves the game more than his son because he’s awful
His children’s only available male, a role model
Sneaks a mickey of Rye into the stands and drinks the whole bottle
After offering to drive home some of the other kids
While their parents speculate as to where Jeremy’s mother is
And what kind of person could fall in love with this asshole?
How’d he stay out of jail? Who the hell let him pass «Go»?
Strike your kid again dad, you’re still a scab
Crossed the line lots of times, but act like you never have
Encouraging violence, this is how we teach war
We teach capitalist competition when we keep score
You wonder why your kid’s so competitive, why he picks on his relatives
Why he throws fists? notice that it’s repetitive
Give me a ___. ____. You got your ___, you got your ___
And what does that spell? You know, that Factor G shit
He hits you full of mystical, you can’t believe it
(And my fuckin kids will play two sports a piece)
Give me a ___. ____. You got your ___, you got your ___
Give me a Chaps. Chaps