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!