Hold The Floor (Unmixed) - Lootpack
Little b***h
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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 faggot 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 passing 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 **** 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 and I thought
You can't say you saw it
It's pointless to test when
You know your body is numb
You wanna spit hot s**t like
Me then sit on the sun
Then make straight off with
The gas and get hit with the gun
Let's go b***h
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
Go b***h
Go b***h
To same
Yeah
Present
Whatever
Present
The whom you with
Mega hearts
With a mess
What a men
Candy
If I won't sound to
Let's go hate him
To see I'm hate him
Again
See him
Yeah
Yeah jo
Yeah
Gap trucks
We ain't that of s**t
Told you
