Thee Critical Beatdown - Body Count

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

Text 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 beat down

It is time for thee critical beat down

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 about to hunt you down

Pop up at your fuckin' job

And beat your head to the ground

Break your motha fuckin' back

Maybe break it all 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 beat down

It is time for thee critical beat down

What’s up motha fucka

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' motha fucka

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