Old School

Shake a man's hand and look him in the eye Is that so hard to do? Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies Son, just tell the truth There's rumors going 'round all around town You've been talking shit You say I can't play and you say I can't sing And my songs, they won't be hits I've never been violent man I'd rather be drinkin' beer But that's the name Granddaddy gave me And let me make it clear You're gonna shut your mouth Or say it to my face Or I'm gonna use your ass Like a broom to sweep this place Go on and call up your friends You better bring a few 'Cause I come from a different time Where the men were all old school I've seen your kind a thousand times All baby-faced and cute No calluses on your hands No scuffs upon your boots You prolly think the Hollar Is a rap song in your car You don't know the first damn thing About playing these smokey bars You're gonna shut your mouth Or say it to my face Or I'm gonna use your ass Like a broom to sweep this place Go on and call up your friends You better bring a few 'Cause I come from a different time Where the men were all old school I don't care if you want to speak your mind, son You got somethin' to say? All I ask you stand up, grow some balls and say it to my face 'Cause if I keep hearing whispers, son You're still talking shit You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here And it's gonna be "talk shit, get hit" You're gonna shut your mouth Or say it to my face Or I'm gonna use your ass Like a broom to sweep this place Go on and call up your friends You better bring a few 'Cause I come from a different time Where the men were all old school I come from a different time 'Cause my Granddaddy sure was old school It's up to you, son This "talk shit, get hit" What you said? I don't hear nothin' Yeah, that's what I talk I'm waiting