Fire

[Hook] Yeah, I'm on my gasoline shit now So hot, burn the motherfucking house down Nah baby, I'm an animal Eat beats in the booth, I'm Hannibal Yeah, the east side cannibal Strike a match, my nigga I'm flammable I'm so (fire) I spit (fire) I am (fire) You're not (fire) [Verse 1] Hey yo I'm fresh like baking soda Arm & Hammer Pledge allegiance to the east side of Atlanta Holy ape shit Dude, I'm 'bout to go bananas Make these lame niggas shit their pampers The track need chemo Erick Sermon gave the beat cancer No average Joe, baby I'm Cobra Commander Crack, rock, morphine, and heroin Money seems promising Hoes, they want to marry him Paul bearer you pussy niggas, see I will bury them Have them niggas swimming with whales in the aquarium I'm moving up now I was once very poor Fire marshal, I start fires like Drew Barrymore Bulletproof, we can't die, so don't shoot Bringing hip-hop back like Bill and Ted's phone booth And I'm-a rock until my life expire Cause I'm (fire) You're not (fire) [Hook] [Verse 2] Hey yo please call a fireman Hot like a fire van Fire extinguisher in the booth is a requirement Brain needs rewiring Fire at your environment Resuscitate rappers and kill 'em so they can die again Butane, octane, and nitrogen All we need is a flame, yeah, and we go right on them Hi kids, do you like violence? Silence of the lambs, I murdered the mic again Vodka and Vicodin Fuck up my night again Can't put my fire out Better off just retiring Yeah, Mr. Benton Wild as the Taliban Bomb in my right Microphone in my other hand Southern man climbing through his window like Brother Man Doctor telling his mama "I'm sorry ma'am, we lost him" Fuck it, we just tossed him Nigga you a liar You ain't (fire) Said I'm on (fire) [Hook] [Verse 3] Hey yo, Spittz, knock his nozzle off Yeah I'm a molotov Put the flame to the rag, then go drop the bottle off Y'all niggas all soft Pray I never fall off Swear them niggas pussy Think the doctor cut their balls off I'm weird like Bjork Don't eat p-ork On some other shit like I'm Malachi Z York Sitting at the seashore Playing on my keyboard Married to the game but the bitch wants a divorce It's about to heat up I'm turning the beat up Tell Lucifer kick back and put his feet up All I got in this world: me and my Adidas Open up the fridge with [?] I'm 'bout to eat up You don't run shit, y'all goons paraplegic Hang them by the feet, go call you an orthopedic We so out of space You geeks are so beneath us Your mama should have swallowed Too late to abort the fetus [Hook]