Big ass, little ass and no, you can't
Handle a fight
On the mic because you're a copycat
On the beat because you lack flow
In life for being a jerk
On the street because you're a coward

And no, you can't handle a fight
What happened? weren't you tough?
Thought you were a killer like Al Capone
You're all talk, run away
If he sees the bald guy, he loses the ball
And say no, he's really a wimp
To kill the dick (but with a sit down)
Get tough with me so you can see who I am
I kill your rooster wherever I go
Leaving him in ridicule, he lacked balls

On the street, there are no titles
No rules, no shows
Ass, ass, people know you're an ass
Ass, ass, I don't beat around the bush

Buddy with me he cuts it off
Whoever confronts me, discovers that I am mortal
I go against the old ready asses
I know they can't stand to see that they can't reach me
Pussies can't stand it, not even a little bit
With a slap their mouth opens
They talk a lot, but they are pussies
The dick says hi, fucking bunch of asses

Big ass, little ass and no, you can't handle a fight
On the mic because you're a copycat
On the beat because you lack flow
In life for being a jerk
On the street because you're a coward
And no, you can't handle a fight

What's up, thought you were tough?
That you were a psycho, that you were going to hit me
Talk talker, you're not real
For this rap thing I'm the 'dad'
Say no more, that's the reality
As long as I'm alive, you don't sound real
To me you're just as artificial
As a reggaetonero doing rap
To make a fool of him, I have balls to spare
For me you're not an obstacle, I beat you even sleepwalking
Ass, ass, your people know you're an ass
Ass, ass, they tell me where I wander
Shit, you just got me started
And to stop me, I doubt you have them
I don't know what you're holding on to, but it's worthless
Come with whoever you come
Bring whatever you have
Don't get distracted every time you go out
So you don't fall selling your ass
You might get bitter, you might get happy
You might love sucking dicks

Big ass, little ass and no, you can't handle a fight
On the mic because you're a copycat
On the beat because you lack flow
In life for being a jerk
On the street because you're a coward
And no, you can't handle a fight
And let's see if it's true that you're the real deal
But you're the real deal, don't send me a coward
Because to pay you back, I also have money

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