Fire

歌詞

I'm staring in a mirror but mostly I laugh I'm looking at the picture of a sociopath Hope to get first, now hopefully last Dope rap, I'm known for doing dope in the past Like floating down the river on a opium boat But I'm a wild animal I go for the throat I'm a big bad wolf with a big black Glock And some real dark thoughts yelling, "Open the door" I punch people in the face coming down the staircase Wander down the hall with the can of bear mace Aye, I've been a killer since the Wu-Tang Clan Personality is colorful like Toucan Sam I'm a crazy cat, Sylvester damn I got two big guns Yosemite Sam I used to work birds like Tweety Speedy, Gonzales living in a palace Tripped and fell down the rabbit hole and met Alice Fie years later now I'm back for the challenge Still rip up shows like Tasmanian Devil If some punk jump up I'm blasting my heavy metal And I still live in Van' but I'm moving soon All my homies on the streets fucking Loony Tunes But I'll be back, back and forth with no error Enforcing terror in a Porsche Carrera Through Vancouver to Los Angeles archangels Dark strangers, blacks and Caucasians (Man we crack skulls, make deep lacerations Crack a Red Bull and drag 'em back to my basement) [Chorus] We fly through the air like Iron Man Crack you in the head with a frying pan Can't fuck with my team, we are iron clad I'm on fire man, call the fireman Whether crawling up the wall like Spider Man Or lying on the floor popping vitamins Yup, real hip-hop we supplying fans We on fire man, call the fireman All right, I keep my knife in the black leather sheath Real sharp, blade (Dagger Mouth, armed to the teeth) I can't draw but I'm raw when I'm drawn to the beat It's like Saw part I, I'll make you saw off your feet What the fuck is defeat, I'm undefeated like a shoe store Runway, one way street, take a detour Robot, C-3P0, R2-D2 Plastic bag over your face hard to breathe through Preview attract and download the album X marks the spot like my first name was Malcolm Make you sing the blues like a prison in Folsom Spit a burning ring of fire, watch the flames engulf em My theory very logical but we use Pro-Tools Fuck with us you'll be a dead man, a corpse in the sound booth And ain't nobody hear you, close the door make it soundproof My pattern very classical like Herringbone and Hounds tooth I.C.P., R.E.P., bright evil clown suit Ice cold water in a bottle when I drowned you Beat side, homicide unit try to find you Burning sound turn around my dude's right behind you [Chorus]