[Hook: Julius]
Muhfucka, them fightin' words
What the fuck you say to me?
Nah, what the fuck you say to me?
Muhfucka, them fightin' words
Trynna mouth-off nigga
Slap yo' fuckin' mouth off nigga
Homeboy them is fightin' words
You ol' bitch ass, ho ass, trick ass
Mark ass, soft ass, fuck ass
Faggot ass nigga poppin' shit when I ain't around
Go sit yo' sissy ass down...
[Verse 1: Kenny]
Yo, I fight the urge to make you bite the curb
You wanna go? Well, a'ight then, word; fightin' words
Don't light my herb? Nigga, those fightin' words
I can't work without my fire yo, fireworks
You don't want beef, get the fuck back
The only thing swingin' on me is my nut sack
I'll hit you with two to the chin
And that's some shit you not used to defendin'
I'll have ya head spinnin' like hallucinogenics
You can see me? If you believe that do it
I'll box a nigga up, call me Ali's ab[?]
With these jabs, a nigga face I'll leave black-bluish
I'll put the paws on you, call me Eve's tattooist, man
I got a hole I'm a put you in
Right after this chokehold I'm a put you In
Never should you talk about the Ssutt Crew
Heard your mouth was runnin' off
Now you prolly should too...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Julius]
Ay yo, I'm watchin' a video of you gettin' socked on YouTube
I'll put your little circles in a box you Froot Loops
Here's the rundown son, you gon' put that gun down, son
And get knocked out like your father used to
(Hold up) I'm not in the mood for hoopin'
However you be hollerin' you be cockin' them tools
But honestly dude, I'm not even kind of enthused
I'm not even kind of amused; you probably got it confused
Claim you be poppin' them llamas, please
You not even poppin' no water balloons
I just begun, I ain't done yet, I'm a fondle my dukes
Toss her off the roof, gimme one sec
I'm a throw my dukes and I ain't swung a punch yet
As she's falling, I'm a say
"I think your mom's fallin' for me", to get you upset
Them's fightin' words, I'm ready to smack
I'm on the attack, then it's fightin' verbs
Better yet, I ain't gon' kill ya momma
I'm a dick ya momma 'cuz I like her curves
Yeah, did I strike nerve?
I got them hands, B, I send ya to the Doc room
I'm Doc Doom created by Stan Lee
I don't mean comic book villains, I mean Took Williams
When I hear "Ssutt Ssutt", it's goin' down, I got a good feeling
Homie, we can knuckle up in the club, I give you a hit
One good hook'll get you spun in the club
But I ain't talkin' records, I'm talkin' reckless
Talk is cheap but I'm too broke to buy the talk you're sellin'
But if you wanna talk with aggressiveness
We can meet on any corner nigga, intersection shit
I got the speed of Bruce yo, Jeet Kun Do
The way of the intersecting fist, when I hit I never miss
My first fight, I was 6 years young
Bitch ass nigga tried to diss my gear son
I had some dusty, scuffed sneaks, Chuck T's yo
I had some ugly, rough jeans on
And the other kid was a lil' rascal, with a fucked up Buckwheat 'fro
Tried to rush me, punched me yo
Listen, that day I took an ass-whoopin' homie
Next day, my brother said if I don't beat his ass
He'd have an ass-whoopin' for me
So I did what my brother said
Put knuckles to that nucca's head
Swung till my knuckles bled
This lil' nigga name was Ra Ra
After I won the fight I got a high-five from my late auntie Cha Cha
Opened up a can of whoop ass on that nigga
After that can was opened I was Popeye, I do not lie...
[Hook]
[Outro: Demetrius (Debo)]
Yo, here come Debo...
(Nigga shut yo' bitch ass up
Before I drop you like I did this bitch!!)
