You're Killin' Me Smalls

You're killing me Smalls You need to fall back Masculinity called He wants his balls back I heard some of them rhymes you said were all that Well, I wasn't impressed That shit was all wack Or could it be my ego is enormous? I stay talking shit like Squints Palladoras I can back it up like Chuck Norris I'll step to the plate like Ham and hit a grand slam for us Ladies! If you want S'more again Hit me up at 4am I could always go for some more head Groupies! They want me on the tour again That'll open up The Doors for me like I'm Jim Morrison Watch me fire up the work like its 4th of July Hell Yeah, I'm looking forward to pie. I'll take a baseball bat and point it towards the sky Im bout to CREAM this motherfucker like Wu-tang performing it live You're killing me Smalls You in the wrong lane You aint ready to brawl This ain't a ball game Even with my back against the wall I'm standing tall, hey You only act tough when you're drunk on alcohol, lame Don't be an L 7 weenie You better be cool like Dean Martin with a martini Every night I dream of Wendy like her name is Jeannie I seen the way she looks in that teeny weeny bikini Unbelievable Believe me The great Bambino The great Gambini Mr. On The Rocks Sippin' on the scotch Stripper on my crotch like I'm James Gandolfini I got nothing to prove I'm already a vet Quick witted Kicks sicker than Benny the Jet You'll never know if you never try Heroes get remembered But legends never die