Copywrite - Fire It Up lyrics

rate me

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

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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

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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

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