Pick on

They made him cry (Na-na-na) Spit in his eye (Ha-ha-ha) How could they pick on such a friendly little guy?

[VERONICA:] Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant

I love you girl Okay, I won't pick on you looking at our old affection. Yes, I'll just pretend you don't exist in this world.

Well, I ain't kiddin', I ain't gonna quit That bug's done caught me and I've been bit So with a Geiger counter and a pick in my hand I'll keep right on stakin' that government land

In the end you’re left with yourself You're too narcissistic to pick on yourself In the end you have to face yourself

[SPECIAL CHALLENGER: LUCY VAN PELT] Why don't you pick on someone your OWN size, you object? I'd say you're too round to be a blockhead

Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby, stick to me, and I'ma stick on you If you pick me, then I'ma pick on you D-O double G and I'm here to put this d— on you

Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby stick to me and I'ma stick on you If you pick me then I'ma pick on you D-O-double-G and I'm here to put this dick on you

Now that you know how I adore you Don't pick on the things I say, the things I do Just love me with all my faults

I puke and whine and wail Am fucked up head to tail An easy one to pick on That's the type I am

Said, "All right you big, bad muthafucka, it's gonna be your ass or mine!" The elephant looked at him outta the corner of his eye Said, "Alright go ahead home you little funny-bunny muthafucka and pick on somebody your own size.”

Please don't leave me. I send you flowers that I pick on the road I send them to you in my dreams,

For she's such a small creature. But don't you pick on her, For she's such a small creature.

A Christmas tree just like me They may try to pick on me Or to laugh at this small tree

The best jokes are the meanest or the dumbest But the worst human beings are cruel losers Don't pick on the weak, keep the jokes in a corner of your head It'll fit into a text, a movie or a sketch

If we didn't eat cows, sheep and the remains We wouldn't know cows, or sheep, or the remains... In the end, we're raised to pick on each other Then, let's pick!

Now that you know how I adore you Don't pick on the things I say, the things I do Just love me with all my fault

How the world is created for two moths is seen through the glass. They still have enough pollen to pick on the flowers that quietly wait. How 'bout you?

Why would we pursue art? (T) Mini me in my heart Don't pick on me saying I'm T (F) I might look moody but it's not a disease

My left hand held it casually A pick on my right hand’s thumb, flipping the six-strings slowly It sounds cool, pick-up front so nice