Dude, you need to focus on what comes closer to you
You could save a bundle there if they don't pound you in the snoot
Missin' is what they don't like, meanin' you should take some pride
In just stoopin' when I tell you to

All their balls will miss your face
If you're face down in a ditch
When I scream 'fore they strike
"Stupid, look up, heads up!"
"Moron, look up, heads up!"
"Dumbass, look up, heads up!"

I don't care 'bout when things fly through the air at you
It's the constant whinin' I hear because of your boo-boos
Doesn't matter that you find that I yell too late at times
Think it's you who's bein' way too rude

If you want to keep your face
Intact, then you'll want to "trip"
When I yell 'fore they strike
Cause I, I hate to see you in this state
With a nose that rudely bleeds
Upon my shoes, next time
Stupid, look up, heads up!
Moron, look up, heads up!
Dumbass, look up, heads up!
Duck!

Duck!
Duck!
Duck!
Duck!

Why do you still play this game?
Cause at it, you're kinda shit
Hence my shouts 'fore I strike
Wait, I? I'd never throw things at your face
If I did, I'd not warn thee
Cause I'm not very nice
"Stupid, look up, heads up!"
"Moron, look up, heads up!"
"Dumbass, look up, heads up!"