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Текст (слова) песни: Copywrite78 - Fire it Up

If such a thing exists as being such a king as this
Sluts pucker up, to kiss the ring and fist
The rhyming vet, the livest yet
drop fly shit like a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Layed by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock this down
If they think I`m obnoxious now, wait til I pop Cristal
Got one need, to just smoke out
but if your weed`s got one seed, the shit don`t count
Dog, you don`t want us running home.
You don`t want it Holmes. If you a `G`
You as silent as the one in front of Gnome
And you can love me, or you can judge me
But dissin me`s like, Beetlejuice in a cape, Super Ugly
Trust me, I`ma shit on my foes
And sit on my throne
So hop off my dick and get on your own

(hook x`s 2)
O-H-I-O, no place like home
Everywhere I go, I relocate my throne
Roll it up. Light it up. Fire it up
Bring a bitch to the telly and get high as fuck

Schatz got me upchuckin in a cut buzzin
Might spit about the same shit, but then again
Who the fuck doesn`t?!?!
When writers fed, bite his lead, or we can fight instead
And fuck a can, we open whoop ass by the keg
Tell your boys to get your lame crest on
Wanna rip together? Y`all can share the same headstone
And it`s rarely ever that I bury pairs together
But I`m ruthless.
I did it with ease like Jerry Heller
So if you mention me,
you fairies better levitate or jump a fence from me
Seven eight`s a heavyweight, like pregnancy
And you can die in a coupe with dark tint
COPY! Shoot the sky til the moon is dark red
STOP ME! You could try, but I move at mach 10
WATCH ME! Superfly from the booth like Clark Kent
COPY! Doctor Strange when I`m on the ???
The vets I roll with will put your dogs to sleep
Puff five blunts straight to the brain
Jakki`s got one five one through a pump straight to the vein
Sights a bit wrecked.
I ain`t even light the spliff yet
and already my eyes are bloodshot like a crips set

(hook x`s 2)

Y`all cats ain`t never gonna advance, I`m big headed
Got an even bigger ego for the one in my pants
Lames hurtin.
I aim perfect for opponent`s heads
Still in charge like a cordless phone is dead
Only writin four bar verses now. REASON??
Can`t get past the fifth line without the crowd screamin
Y`all don`t rhyme, y`all bitch. Dick in mouth even
Only time y`all spit`s when you spittin out semen
Hope you`re ready bastards,
my prose already classic
And like laffy taffy I got a joke on every rapper
You hold your own? NO YOU DON`T
I`ll let you shit first, when I start shittin the toilet overflows
And I ain`t quittin six four, dyin hittin chicks raw
In the Hyatt on the fifth floor with her hymen splittin
So bet the money you got MY ALBUM`S LIKE HELL!
You don`t know when it`s comin but you know it`s gonna be hot

(hook x`s 2)

 

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