What now Mr. Big Running your mouth You expect the game to be pulled out from under you And you hosing it all right Spouting profanity left and And you could, and you just might End up spending the night with a couple of in a fistfight If that's entertainment to you You know what you to do
You call my mother a whore again, I you (Come in, do it!) You sling slurs out here again And get nothing from this end
There's not much left to anymore (So start verse!) As long as the numbers outweigh the Let it out (do worst!) What's there to say, that hasn't been heard And what's there to say could hurt us even more And we won't play stupid game anymore So you find a new sport to destroy
And then you are again out in the open for all to see Words of mass inked and released You boo and you hiss and you act a twat When words start to hurt, might strike back You expect to get away with saying that there's rules and a limit But you had to cross that If entertainment to you fine Just going along that line
You call my a whore again, I dare you (Come on, do it!) You call me a sheepfucker one time, I dare you (Come on) You do that monkey I sound I you (Come on, do it!) You those slurs out here again And you'll get from this end (Come on)
There's not left to spoil anymore (So start verse!) As long as the numbers the consequence Let it out (do worst!) What's there to say, hasn't been heard before And what's there to say that could hurt us even And we won't play your stupid anymore So you better find a new sport to
So how's that for a putdown? How's that for coming in and messing up our How's that for a goddamn comeback You can take it to wherever the hell you're from