Camu Tao - Hold The Floor lyrics
[Camu Tao - Hold The Floor lyrics]
Little Bitch
Count these bars, count these bars
Little Bitch
Count these bars, count these bars
Count these bars, count these bars
Little Bitch
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
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
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
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
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
Count these bars, count these bars
Little Bitch
Count these bars, count these bars
Count these bars, count these bars
Little Bitch
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
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
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
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
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