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]