Real Balls
[Verse 1]
Late night, dark street you confront me
Hope you got your wits about you trust me
I got moves and tonight man I'm getting raw
Your last words (oh shit!) Then hit the floor
You don't want it with me, so what you starting for?
I've been reading Sun Tzu the Art of War
So get back bitch, this ain't slapstick
It takes practice to perfect my tactics
[Chorus]
When I kick you in the balls and then run away
Kick you in the balls and then run away
Kick you in the balls and then run away
Kick you in the balls and then run away
[Verse 2]
You don't really get it. (No.)
You don't understand. (What.)
I ain't gonna punch you as I'll, hurt my hand
I ain't carrying a knife I might cut myself
I scream in a high pitch. (Go fuck yourself!)
But, only after I've left
And even then probably under my breath
And I might cry just a little bit
Shut up man, it's just the wind and a bit of grit
[Chorus]
Kick you in the balls and then run away. X4
[Verse 3]
This is how it might happen
You pull out a gun on me and say faggot
Give me your cash bracelet and your iPhone
Or get yourself merc'd
I'd be like. Whoa, hey, please don't shoot!
I was only buying some lip-balm from Boots
And I don't have a problem with you
Apart from that homophobic language you use
Didn't feel that was appropriate
Cause' you know, we just met, and you don't know me yet
Come on, let's not behave like animals
Hey look, before I give ya all my valuables
Mind if I?
[Chorus]
Kick you in the balls and then run away. X8
Late night, dark street you confront me
Hope you got your wits about you trust me
I got moves and tonight man I'm getting raw
Your last words (oh shit!) Then hit the floor
You don't want it with me, so what you starting for?
I've been reading Sun Tzu the Art of War
So get back bitch, this ain't slapstick
It takes practice to perfect my tactics
[Chorus]
When I kick you in the balls and then run away
Kick you in the balls and then run away
Kick you in the balls and then run away
Kick you in the balls and then run away
[Verse 2]
You don't really get it. (No.)
You don't understand. (What.)
I ain't gonna punch you as I'll, hurt my hand
I ain't carrying a knife I might cut myself
I scream in a high pitch. (Go fuck yourself!)
But, only after I've left
And even then probably under my breath
And I might cry just a little bit
Shut up man, it's just the wind and a bit of grit
[Chorus]
Kick you in the balls and then run away. X4
[Verse 3]
This is how it might happen
You pull out a gun on me and say faggot
Give me your cash bracelet and your iPhone
Or get yourself merc'd
I'd be like. Whoa, hey, please don't shoot!
I was only buying some lip-balm from Boots
And I don't have a problem with you
Apart from that homophobic language you use
Didn't feel that was appropriate
Cause' you know, we just met, and you don't know me yet
Come on, let's not behave like animals
Hey look, before I give ya all my valuables
Mind if I?
[Chorus]
Kick you in the balls and then run away. X8