You're Killin' Me Smalls Lyrics

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