Текст песни The Cool Kids - Break Your Legs (feat. Travis Barker & HXLT)
Oh you thought you was gon' speak?
Leave you talking with no teeth
Oh you talking, it's so street
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
Nigga watch your motherfucking tone
Let's get it on
Cool J shots to the dome
Rubber grip pump on the chrome
Nigga watch your motherfucking 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
Sparing 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
Take your tag team, catch your ass with them combos
Snatch you out the window like Rico with your people
If we ever hear you talking 'bout Calvin on your albums
Them Xans got you tweaking like Salvy
You popping twenty Percs, dog you wilding
Wild like a siren, if you 'bout it 'bout it
Dodge a hook like a pirate, we just making this announcement
A roundhouse kick in this bitch
We jump you out the gym, it get violent over here nigga
Oh you thought you was gon' speak?
Leave you talking with no teeth
Oh you talking, it's so street
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
Nigga watch your motherfucking tone
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 H2O we might spill
Fireworks going off, we don't know the deal
This is not a drill, woo woo the alarm going
Can't stop once my arm going
Where the detonator when the bomb's blowing?
You ain't coming to the show but your mom going
I bet you saw the flyers on your front porch
Burn the whole city down with one torch
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 street
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
Nigga watch your motherfucking tone
Any nigga mention my name come with respect
That's 'cause any nigga dissing my name come with a TEC
And if any nigga listen to lames, they get regret
When they find out I'm a serial killer that's been reset
I'm the motherfucking hardest artist
Try to stay away from beef 'cause my heart gets the darkest
Pop up online where you can get that tucked
But a hammer to the face will shut your bitch ass up
You never seen a motherfucking hyena that speaks English
Mikey Rocks, Hollywood ho, and Chuck Inglish
I'll have niggas leaking like radiators and Freon
Stab niggas speaking like haters 'cause I be on
The violence, throwing hand 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
Niggas try it once and yes believe they won't try again
You stupid as fuck to wanna almost die again
The Murder Club niggas specialize in rioting
So get it on nigga, and if not stay quiet then
