The Cool Kids - Break Your Legs lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Mikey Rocks] Oh, you thought you was gon’ speak? Leave you talking with no teeth Oh, you talking, it’s so sweet We can shoot this fade right here for free [Chorus: Chuck Inglish] Let’s get it on Cool J shots to the dome Rubber grip pumps on the chrome Watch yo’ muthaf**in’ tone Let’s get it on Cool J shots to the dome Rubber grip pumps on the chrome Watch yo’ muthaf**in’ tone [Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] So you can catch these hands I’mma let that sh** fly like Dave Matthews band This that other heavy metal scooping dirt with the shovel Sparring with the spartans Slap-boxing with the devil Knock that n***a out on the set You don’t want no problems with the kids to begin with Jumping off the stage, Johnny Cage in the mosh pit Tekken tag team, catch yo’ a** with them combos Meet you at the window like Rico with your people If we ever hear you talking about Calvin on your albums Them xans got you tweaking like Salvin You popping twenty percs, dawg you wylin’ Loud like a siren If you bout it bout it, dodge your hook like a pirate We just making this announcement Roundhouse kick in this b**h We jump you out the gym It get violent over here n***a [Pre-Chorus] Oh, you thought you was gon speak? Leave you talking with no teeth Oh, you talking, it’s so sweet We can shoot this fade right here for free [Chorus] Let’s get it on Cool J shots to the dome Rubber grip pump on the chrome Watch yo’ muthaf**in’ tone Let’s get it on Cool J shots to the dome Rubber grip pump on the chrome Watch yo’ muthaf**in’ tone [Verse 2: Mikey Rocks] When the clock strike twelve, all hell break loose Knock the windows out the booth Someone losing a tooth Get exposed to the uppercut and shatter the roof Action figure, boy Toy Story batteries loose You can’t live, you can’t sit next to the kids The seats filled You can’t get next to the kids, it’s too real It’s H20, we might spill Fireworks going off, we don’t know the difference This is not a drill Woop-woop, the alarm going off Can’t stop once my arm going Where the detonator when the bomb’s blowing? Ain’t coming to the show, but yo’ mom’s going I bet you saw the flyers on yo’ front porch Burn the whole city down with one torch Yeah yeah Fireman fireman, the alarm ring You wanna talk crazy We can get it on then [Pre-Chorus: Mikey Rocks] Oh, you thought you was gon speak? Leave you talking with no teeth Oh, you talking, it’s so sweet We can shoot this fade right here for free [Chorus: Chuck Inglish] Let’s get it on Cool J shots to the dome Rubber grip pump on the chrome Watch yo’ muthaf**in’ tone [Verse 3: HXLT] Any n***a mention my name come with respect Any n***a dissing my name come with a tec If n***a listen to lames, they get regret When they find out I’m a serial k**er that’s been reset I’m the muthaf**in hardest artist Try to stay away from beef cuz’ my heart gets the darkest Pop off offline where you can get that tuff Put a hammer to the face and shut yo’ bish a** up You never seen a muthaf**in hyiena that speaks English Mikey Rocks, Hollywood Hulk and Chuck Inglish I’ll have n***as leaking like radiators and freon Stab n***as speaking like haters cuz I be on The violence, throwing hell wars with tyrants So, if you see me out, best approach in silence I specialize in packing cemeteries with violins You fishing for a problem now you meeting Leviathan n***as try you once best believe they won’t try again You stupid as f** to wanna almost die again The murder club n***as specialize in rioting So get it on n***a, if not stay quiet then