My brothers and I,
I wont let people picking on them fly,
We're the three Musketeers,
No one causes my brothers tears,
I will hang you upside down by your ears
Don't forget they're MY little brothers,
I'll make you lose all sort of colors,
Don't make me mention the yellow stain in you pants,
Might wanna call an ambulance,
Cuz your losing red too,
Yeah that's blood you little mini Jew,
Losing the skin color too,
whole face replaced with the color blue,
I'll take the bag off your face and smack you over the head,
POW,
Gunna make them cry now?
Didn't think so punk,
I'm gunna end up in jail,
But right when i get out ill be back on your trail,
But that's okay,
My little brothers are worth it any day,
Pillow fights, loud at nights,
flickering the lights, homemade kites,
Riding and running,
Catching and Throwing,
Twin boys,
That means twice the noise,
Plus an older sister,
So close it feels like were playing twister,
Time to go pick on them now,
Because I'm the only one who can,
And knows exactly how.
 
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