Tough Talk

[PackFM] Let me tell you up front: I ain’t never back down I ain’t get pat down, so nigga how that sound? The bigger they come, harder they hit the ground If your knuckle game’s tight, let’s see who last more rounds You're talkin' bout beef then you joke about a cow Well, fuck the bullshit, all I’m thinking 'bout’s how We already know when, we already know where Who is you big man? And my niggas over there See Plague’s got my back kid, not just my adlibs Fist from the far side leave you with the fat lip You’ll be soundin' like money rollin' with the fat kid (You mean Fat Albert?) Yeah that’s him Think I ain’t got heart? Show you cardio too Put the beats on you like Super Mario 2 I’m sorry homedude, but the quiet starts to riot If you want we can re-enact David and Goliath I ain’t got shit to lose, even if I don’t win You gonna know by the end that I am not him See you the type to get all twisted off of the cognac And when it’s type to get it poppin', you be yellin' “hold me back” [Poison Pen] This midget got a ladder in his back pocket Napoleon got bodied with that logic Your best bet’s back up off this Or this faggot gonna be shitbagging in bed probably Yo, this scrawny nigga hero His birdchest belong on a rotisserie pole I shout you out like a video show Put the breaks off your ass like a video ho Tough talk, change ya plans now I’ll swing through you and knock ya fuckin' man down It’s a bruhaha, it’s a fracas, it’s a melee Instead of school papa, instead of scrapping, you can save face On the floor I’ma spill yo teeth All because this little nigga just spilled my drink A simple “pardon me” would have sufficed my dude It’s on you Welcome to ICU [Hook] [PackFM] Yo don’t get so big that ya britches won’t fit’cha We’ll see how far all that tough talk get’cha No shirts with your picture Ya bitches won’t miss ya We’ll see how far all that tough talk get’cha [Poison Pen] When one fist hit’cha you’ll shut that lip up We’ll see how far all that tough talk get’cha Ya man signal the ambulance for the pick up (woop woop) That’s what that tough talk get’cha [PackFM] You got a lotta nerve, this lesson you gotta learn Backhand make you feel like Tina talkin' outta Turn And if you rap too, I’ma have the hotter verse And if we both laid up, then I’m a have the hotter nurse [Poison Pen] The only thing you get’s a hotter hearse You sweet, in yo hood they call you (???) Throwin drinks is my primal urge You act brave in the mirror Call your man like “I rehearsed I rehearsed!” [PackFM] Picture me gettin' herbed by this fat bitch on his period? Like XM Satellite, shit, you can’t be Sirius [Poison Pen] Little man with big talk, better give him space Where'd you get that outfit from boy, Children’s Place? [PackFM] Don’t get your children placed inside of a foster home Forced to roam all alone, daddy couldn’t hold his own [Poison Pen] I hold my own in your mother's mouth Knockin' little niggas out is what I’m about [Hook]