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The Cool Kids

"Break Your Legs"

[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*ckin' tone
Let's get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pumps on the chrome
Watch yo' muthaf*ckin' tone

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
So you can catch these hands
I'mma let that sh*t 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*gga 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' ass 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*tch
We jump you out the gym
It get violent over here n*gga

[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*ckin' tone
Let's get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pump on the chrome
Watch yo' muthaf*ckin' 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 deal
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*ckin' tone

[Verse 3: HXLT]
Any n*gga mention my name come with respect
Any n*gga dissing my name come with a tec
If n*gga listen to lames, they get regret
When they find out I'm a serial killer that's been reset
I'm the muthaf*ckin hardest artist
Try to stay away from beef cuz' my heart gets the darkest
Pop off offline where you can get that tough
Put a hammer to the face and shut yo' bish ass up
You never seen a muthaf*ckin hyena that speaks English
Mikey Rocks, Hollywood Holt, and Chuck Inglish
I'll have n*ggas leaking like radiators and freon
Stab n*ggas 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*ggas try you once best believe they won't try again
You stupid as f*ck to wanna almost die again
The murder club n*ggas specialize in rioting
So get it on n*gga, if not stay quiet then

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