Lyrics The Cool Kids – Break Your Legs

Mikey Rocks:
Oh, you thought you was gon speak?
Leave you talking with no teeth
Oh, you talking, it’s so sweet

Chuck Inglish:
Let’s get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pumps on the chrome
Watch yo’ muthafuckin’ tone
Let’s get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pumps on the chrome
Watch yo’ muthafuckin’ tone

So you can catch these hands
I’mma let that shit 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 nigga 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
Taking 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’
Wild like a siren
If you bout it bout it, dodge your hook like a pirate
We just making this announcement

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

Let’s get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pump on the chrome
Watch yo’ muthafuckin’ tone
Let’s get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pump on the chrome
Watch yo’ muthafuckin’ tone

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

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

Chuck Inglish:
Let’s get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pump on the chrome
Watch yo’ muthafuckin’ tone

HXLT:
Any nigga mention my name come up respect us
Any nigga dissing my name come with a tec
If nigga listen to lames, they get regret
When they find out I’m a serial killer that’s been reset
I’m the muthafuckin hardest artist
Try to stay away from beef cuz’ my heart gets the darkest
Pop up offline where you can get that tuff
Put a hammer to the face and shut yo’ bish ass up
You never seen a muthafuckin hyiena that speaks English
Mikey Rocks, Hollywood Hog’ and Chuck Inglish
I’ll have niggas leaking like radiators and freon
Stab niggas speaking like haters cuz I be on
Violence, throwing hell wars with tyrants
So, if you see me out, best approach in silence
I specialize in sending cemeteries with violins
You fishing for a problem now you meeting Leviathan
Niggas try you once best believe they gon’ try again
You stupid as fuck to wanna almost die again
The murder club niggas specialize in rioting
So get it on nigga, if not stay quiet then