Thug man, you play like there are downs,
I said, thug man, you jump high off the ground,
I said, thug man, can't make a turnaround.
The fact is, you shoot real crappy.

Thug man, though you're a punk and blow,
I said, thug man, you'll get paid lots of dough,
I said, thug man, you'll mix with your own kind
Who, like you, play poorly and whine.

They're gonna sign you in the NBA,
They're gonna sign you in the NBA.

You can buy anything, any kind of toy,
And act like an ADD boy. [Attention Deficit Disorder]

So now they've signed you in the NBA.
So now they've signed you in the NBA.

You can trash-talk and scream that you got a raw deal
You don't live in a world that's real.

Thug fan, you're a lout and you scream,
I said, thug fan. . .anything for your team,
I said, thug fan, you're a really bad dream,
Getting ready to throw something.

Most players do it by themselves,
Ball hogs are big, but have the brains of elves.
As do many fans of the NBA—
They are just goons who've wrecked the game.

There's punks and apes now in the NBA,
There's punks and apes now in the NBA.

There's very little left in the game to enjoy.
Ron Artest: the game's poster boy.

I'm inclined to say, "F*ck the NBA!"
I'm inclined to say, "F*ck the NBA!"

Artest is an a**hole, so is Jermaine O'Neal,
But so's the fan who started this deal

Thug man, you've got size 20 shoes,
You use them to take 9 steps to the hoop.
It's not just you; the whole team equals five.
Could you learn to pass? Look alive!

The game is now a travesty;
The refs let you walk at least 30 feet.
It's a disgrace, is today's NBA.
Screw it! Watch the NCAA.