Done talkin' shit to your bitch ass
Fuck all this back and forth pussy ass shit

You talk a lot of shit, now it's time to back it up
Time to meet face to face, test that Internet tough
You name the place, I'm there
Don't even fuckin' care
I'll come to your fuckin' hood and beat your ass good
No weapons
Since you're such a bad man
Bare knuckles in the street
Bang it out hand to hand
You can bring your whole crew
I'll roll with mine too
Full block gang fight
Hard body, old school

I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door
I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door

It is time for thee critical beatdown
It is time for thee critical beatdown

I got your pussy text, still talkin' mad shit
But you don't wanna meet
You're such a little bitch
But I'm past that point
I'm 'bout to hunt you down
Pop up at your fuckin' job and beat your head to the ground
Break your mothafuckin' back, maybe break an arm too
Put you in a wheelchair since I'm such a joke to you
Pray to God, fuckboy, I never catch you in the street
Bail out my fuckin' car and stomp you through the concrete

I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door
I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door

It is time for thee critical beatdown
It is time for thee critical beatdown

What's up mothafucka?
Yo, fuck you
Oh, so your bitch ass showed up?
Nigga, I ain't scared of you
Yeah, motha
What's up, nigga?
What's happenin'?
Fuck off nigga
What's happenin' mothafucka?
Let's go

I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door
I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door