Skrevet af Knud Kjølhede Petersen
Yo, you talk big. Watch this.
Yo, you talk big,
but you broke in the brain.
Spitting nonsense like it's champagne.
Flex online, but you got no game.
Your whole vibe's weak. Straight up lame.
You rise like holy
Think you're divine, but angels fall and you're first in line
You bark loud, but you bite like air
Claiming you savage, nobody care
Keyboard king with a plastic crown
You flex online, but you're breaking down
You on fame, better check that tone
Cause words can cut like a sharpened stone
Talk big, fall hard
You ain't ready for this boulevard
But you got no car, talk big, talk big
Talk big, talk big
Talk big, talk big
You preach freedom, but you don't know law
Your logic's raw like a broken saw
You wanna fight, better check that tone
Cause words can cut like a sharpened stone
