Make a rap type of beat that rhymes to this song **(Verse 1)** Mr. T, you smell so bad, Like a toilet bowl, man, you make me mad, Short as a dog, can’t even dunk, Lookin' like a munchkin, your skills all junk. Tryna flex in the gym, you can’t even shoot, Got the whole crew laughin’, boy, that ain’t cute. You teachin’ PE, but your game’s a disgrace, Shane G’s waitin’ in the wings, takin’ your place. **(Chorus)** Mr. T, you stink, and we all know, Can’t run with the cool kids, can’t flow with the pro, Short like a pup, while we ballin' like kings, Step aside, lil’ man, let the real ones bring. **(Verse 2)** You walk in the room, and it’s a hazardous zone, Pee smell lingerin’, man, you should stay home, Tryna coach us up, but you can’t lead a pack, Got us droppin’ weights, but you soundin’ all whack. Yo, I’m flexin’ hard, while you sittin’ on the side, Talkin’ big game, but you’re just filled with pride. We ballin’ on the court, you just watchin' us shine, Shane G’s got the moves, you just wastin’ our time. **(Chorus)** Mr. T, you stink, and we all know, Can’t run with the thugs, can’t flow with the pro, Short like a pup, while we ballin' like kings, Step aside, lil’ man, let the real ones bring. **(Bridge)** On the block, we hustlin’, you just chillin’ at the bar, Talkin’ ‘bout your glory days, but you never went far, Bitch, we got the hustle, we got the grind, While you sittin’ in the corner, just wastin’ your time. **(Verse 3)** So take your little self, and think about your role, A gym teacher that stinks, man, that’s just cold, We need a real coach, someone who can inspire, Not a dude like you, just a bad smell liar. We out here grindin’, makin’ moves in the street, You think you’re all that, but you can’t even compete. Mr. T, you a joke, yeah, it’s time to retreat, Shane G’s takin’ over, now that’s how we eat! **(Outro)** Mr. T, you stink, time to pass the torch, Let a real baller shine, no need to force, We ridin’ with the best, while you stuck in the stink, So step back, lil’ homie, it’s time to rethink.