featuring Da Grinch
[Dred Scott]
I can't hold it back lookin for the line
Can't hold it back search for the rhyme
Can't hold it back inside the mind
Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time
BANG set it off with the funk
When I'm on the mic kid don't pop junk
Cause then I come at you just like Thriller
You're like the milk and I'm the serial/cereal KILLA
that'll take your mic and your track and pimp it
Have you swimmin in your blood like Mr. Limpit
Don't come around here with the wack flow
I swoop down on niggaz like a black crow
Aww shit! Now it gets scarier
Timbaland boots to your genital area
Kick the whole Ku Klux Klan out the South
Nah punk I won't take the gat out your mouth
Oh, no, aim for you chest
Bang! I'm on you like a full court press
You can't get the mic 'cross the half court line
Try to concentrate but you're LOSING YOUR MIND!
NON-STOP SHIT, I'm in like Flynn
Don't interrupt, naw kid you can't win!
The only bright side, I reach for the micraphone;
you get free parking in the handicapped zone
and a bro-ken back, I don't care
Then I put a 'boot' on your fucking wheelchair
I can't hold it back, lookin for the line
Can't hold it back, search for the rhyme
Can't hold it back, inside the mind
Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time!!!
I gotta get mine in the here and the now
Brothers wanna flow but they don't know how
Niggaz don't know about stayin up late
While I was in my room kid you was on a date
Voice got hoarse, but I didn't quit
Freestyled til my breath smelled like shit!
