(Verse 1)
Lawrence Clements struttin’ round the yard,
Tiny little fella tryin’ to act hard,
Chest puffed up like he ten feet high,
But everybody laughin’ when he walks by.
Looks like a chihuahua on a caffeine spree,
Snappin’ at shadows thinkin’ he scary,
All bark, no bite, just yappin’ away,
Throws a tantrum if he don’t get his way.
(Chorus)
Oh Lawrence, calm down mate,
You ain’t the king, you just runnin’ late,
Talkin’ big game but the truth gets wild,
Tryna do big man things but you still a child.
All bark, no bite, just noise in the night,
Tiny lil’ chihuahua pickin’ every fight,
Acts like a boss but everybody knows,
He’s throwin’ big guy punches with toddler toes.
(Verse 2)
Got a tough guy stare and a squeaky voice,
Acts like a menace but nobody’s choice,
Swingin’ his arms like he owns the place,
Till a real hard bloke steps into his space.
Then it’s “nah mate, I was only jokin’,”
Confidence gone like a cheap tyre smokin’,
Lawrence dreamin’ he a heavyweight king,
But can’t even handle the little kid ring.
(Chorus)
Oh Lawrence, calm down mate,
You ain’t the king, you just runnin’ late,
Talkin’ big game but the truth gets wild,
Tryna do big man things but you still a child.