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]