Heart

Natti

too many *****s talk hard then *******t bricks when the beef hits

fight night, where you? behind another ***** like a eclipse

real cats throw down while you hide your paws

you as soft as the gauze paramedics gonna wrap 'round your jaws

how you act up, don't back up your words just your nerve

in a room full of goons, you and your crew are hors d'oeuvres

please, don't act like no killer if you ain't no gorilla

real apes break limbs and your heart got sap flowing in it

let me pull you off to the side so you get slapped for a minute

you plus a sort a ***** don't equal Popeye on spinach

ooh, who told you that? that's for show lose (?) rap

i'll take my knuckles and make you a brand new hat

look too hard for beef end up with a brand in your back

take a stand or take the stand and say he did that

it's your choice my friend, this your voice my friend

that's done got you inside this predicament

Deacon

hold out your mouth buncha ******* and ho's

the realest of real *****s know how this goes

talkin although like you control the scene

you're mean, but what does this mean?

big mouth, e'ry right, e'ry fight a ***** there front door

it's the gatin' like Satan but facing no blows

you talk it but beat around the bush like a lez'

no Grandmaster Flash, never been round no ledge

so you beat on the girls, beat on your chest

but when she get tense a ***** be on his best

a bit of suspense a ***** be in his dress

see stress, you turning princess

(what do you do?)

hate let people know you a tool

and Jonas brothers all rock harder than you

so you, cold front like the leader of cool

and a king in the legion of fools