The Weathermen - Hold The Floor lyrics

Little b**h Count these bars Little b**h Count these bars Little b**h I'm gonna engineer a sinister scheme to injure your team With a body pin I'm tearing the sewing right outta your seam I be bullying f*ggot rappers, I'm hoping they push Skulls'll get crushed and their brains'll get left floating in mush It's plain like daylight or like needles and hooks It's pain like rusty nails stuck in your foot You wanna play mind games I'm leaving your brain choking A slice I slit in your forehead; SLIP IN A TOKEN My breath is sizzling hot, I'm pa**ing goons in it Then cut a hole in your head and toss a spoon in it To give mixed feelings to whoever is tombed in it The split dreams like split spleens and loose tendons At nightfall I'm fiending to fight ya'll Make a wrong move, an elbow to your light skull Going against me is thinking like you ain't gonna die Or skinny dippin in hell thinking you ain't gonna fry Ya'll don't really want it What ya'll wanna do [hold the door, all my n***as rush and hold the floor] Ya'll don't really want it What ya'll lookin for [hold the door, all my n***as rush and hold the floor] You get pinched into place if you try to hate And if you say my rhyme ain't great you get stabbed in the face With the opposite end of the mic, I'm ending your life With the stupid comments you made the timing is nice I cut off the top and make you share a piece of your mind And pump morphine into you until you think you're seeing through grids And when I flying hammer those missing pieces you needed I'll feed it to kids Cause when I'm in the hood my loco-motive is To dice your brain apart With two gold hammers for fists I grind your bones to salt Then hit you with a side car to break your train of thought Yeah [?] you can't say you saw it It's pointless to test when you know your body is numb You wanna spit hot sh** like me then sit on the sun Then make straight off with the gas and get hit with the gun n***as you earned it cause when you mix with the likes of me You get stuffed in a thermos Then properly shanked and butchered then tossed in a furnace When you touchback the quarterback will call an audible play Then spike balls in your knees and have you crawlin' for days Yall don't really want it What yall wanna do [hold the door, all my n***as rush and hold the floor] Yall don't really want it What yall lookin for [hold the door, all my n***as rush and hold the floor]