Real mean Muh-fuckuh

This cat walked around,
khaki’s cuffed and creased,
shoes spit-shined and hair greased
back, walkin’ like he was going to start shit with a look.
Well he gave me a look, and I
gave him a smile. He
cut the Gucci suare’ front
and stepped to me
with less respect than I was used to.

So I stepped to him with more balls
than he had seen
he pulled a fist and I pulled
a fist, and cut his jaw. He
broke my nose, I
busted his gut.He
blacked my eye, I
blocked a fist was
cocked, ready to cold knock
me straight crooked.
That is to say,out
of my senses. But

like I said, I
caught his cocked fist, he
really got pissed, he
kicked and he missed, I
took up his wrist, broke
it twice,took his girl and
we kissed. She

wan’t no lady. I
Ain’t no man. We
both just brutes. He
oughta think twice
‘fore he step to a real mean muh-fucka..