His hair is stringy brown
His lip quivers when he cries
He plays with Star Trek toys
He's got Antithesys eyes
He never leaves his room
He wears an adult disguise
He jerks off to Yoeman Rand
He's got Antithesys eyes
And he'll bore you
You will snore, you
Useless facts are his weapon on you
He's obnoxious and he knows just
What it takes to put you in a coma
His brain's too big for his puny size
He's got Antithesys eyes













