You got an attitude that sho'nuff making me itch
And if you weren't so rude i'd show you some respect
And when you sleep at night are you haunted by your dreams
'Cos you're the type of man who's not quite what he seems

Stop flexin' all your muscles cos you know you're outta time
Just put away your weaponry you know your ass is mine, cos!

I don't need a bomb to be badass
Howyagonnatellmethatyoustillcantfonkitup
I don't need a bomb to be badass
Howyagonnatellmethatyoustillcantfonkitup

You send in tanks and guns to cover up your lies
And you got sweaty palms and nasty beady eyes

Stop flexin' all your muscles cos you know you're outta time
Just put away your weaponry you know your ass is mine, cos!

I don't need a bomb to be badass
Howyagonnatellmethatyoustillcantfonkitup
I don't need a bomb to be badass
Howyagonnatellmethatyoustillcantfonkitup