He ain’t got shit on me

Yeah He ain’t got shit on me Call himself a gangster Well, that’s a bunch of laughter He’s a joker That always lose to a game of poker He never has an ace up sleeve That’s why he’s begging for a battle His saddle is a bit loose I mean, I would help you But I prefer not to We ain’t got no beef not yet, but we ain’t got no beef Why don’t you smell my stinky feet? You sure? Yeah, my feet or what’s gonna be kicking your ass I’m gonna go all kung fu panda Hit you like butter I can block anything you throw at me But if I had it my way You’d be going, I’ll be staying Yeah He ain’t got shit on me Call himself a gangster Well, that’s a bunch of laughter He’s a joker That always lose to a game of poker He never has an ace up sleeve That’s why he’s begging for a battle His saddle is a bit loose I mean, I would help you But I prefer not to