Hold The Floor

[Intro]
Little Bitch
Count these bars, count these bars
Little Bitch
Count these bars, count these bars
Count these bars, count these bars
Little Bitch

[Verse 1]
I'ma 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

[Hook]
Y'all don't really want it
What y'all wanna do
Hold the door, all my niggas rush and hold the floor
Y'all don't really want it
What y'all lookin' for
Hold the door, all my niggas rush and hold the floor

[Verse 2]
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 shit like me then sit on the sun
And make straight off with the gas and get hit with the gun
(This little bitch) niggas 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
And when you touchback the quarterback will call an audible play
Then spike balls in your knees and have you crawlin' for days

[Hook]
Y'all don't really want it
What y'all wanna do
Hold the door, all my niggas rush and hold the floor
Y'all don't really want it
What y'all lookin' for
Hold the door, all my niggas rush and hold the floor

[Outro: Camu Tao & Przm]
Little Bitch
Little Bitch
You see 'em? Yup
Przm
What up?
Przm
Yo, who you with?
Megahertz
Weathermen
Camy
Foul mouth
See 'em hatin? You see em hatin?
Yeah, I see him
Def Jux
We in there this year
Told you