Throw Hands by Mental Breakdown Lyrics
In a million meter dash Son, I'll be running laps
And You comparing to me. Youse a funny cat
You can come in strapped. With a couple hundred Macs
And I'm still busting ya ass. Cause when I smell blood
Kid, Mental must attack. I Must be wolfing Yella
If you a wise guy, then meet a Goodfella
The neighborhood'll tell ya. I keep these kids in check
I tell em' just do it On they suicide attempts
I'll walk up in your tent and make it a casino
See no evil, hear no evil, man I do it for my people
I'll spit a poison dart in your heart, my venom's lethal
I lurk in the shadows and my Mental games deceive you
If they make your movie you won't make it to the sequel
Hell, not even to the prequel. Leave your body up in regal
And then leave you to the seagulls. Mother fucking culture vulture
I can see your ass is pussy, you put squirt guns in a holster
You ain't nothing tough, a five year old can shoulder you
Keep dogs in a purse and I see you got a chauffeur too
Your girl's the one that's homing you, and paying all the bills
You think you honing skills. But I know you walking backwards
Zoning to the real. Dog you just an actor
Flowing ain't your deal. I've grown in the field
You can phone a friend to steal. Rhyming ain't your specialty
Your whole style is weak. Physically and Mentally
The rat ate by the snake your offer isn't tempting me
I'm cold blooded ten degrees, the seven seas is sending me
To rule until I'm seventy. An eternity more
So you should watch your back like you got murdered before
Cause they burning down your door. On some pyro type shit
I know my spit makes it spiral, mic flip
I flow ice bitch. A cold hearted son of God
They speculate it started when Moses brung the fog
I split the ocean tops when I walk above the bastard
No I don't be soaking in the potion blood of pastors
Throw canisters of grandeur. I throw hands with the abyss
And pull out different aliens that you don't think exist
And You comparing to me. Youse a funny cat
You can come in strapped. With a couple hundred Macs
And I'm still busting ya ass. Cause when I smell blood
Kid, Mental must attack. I Must be wolfing Yella
If you a wise guy, then meet a Goodfella
The neighborhood'll tell ya. I keep these kids in check
I tell em' just do it On they suicide attempts
I'll walk up in your tent and make it a casino
See no evil, hear no evil, man I do it for my people
I'll spit a poison dart in your heart, my venom's lethal
I lurk in the shadows and my Mental games deceive you
If they make your movie you won't make it to the sequel
Hell, not even to the prequel. Leave your body up in regal
And then leave you to the seagulls. Mother fucking culture vulture
I can see your ass is pussy, you put squirt guns in a holster
You ain't nothing tough, a five year old can shoulder you
Keep dogs in a purse and I see you got a chauffeur too
Your girl's the one that's homing you, and paying all the bills
You think you honing skills. But I know you walking backwards
Zoning to the real. Dog you just an actor
Flowing ain't your deal. I've grown in the field
You can phone a friend to steal. Rhyming ain't your specialty
Your whole style is weak. Physically and Mentally
The rat ate by the snake your offer isn't tempting me
I'm cold blooded ten degrees, the seven seas is sending me
To rule until I'm seventy. An eternity more
So you should watch your back like you got murdered before
Cause they burning down your door. On some pyro type shit
I know my spit makes it spiral, mic flip
I flow ice bitch. A cold hearted son of God
They speculate it started when Moses brung the fog
I split the ocean tops when I walk above the bastard
No I don't be soaking in the potion blood of pastors
Throw canisters of grandeur. I throw hands with the abyss
And pull out different aliens that you don't think exist