Текст песни Copywrite78 - Fire it Up
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If such a thing exists as being such a king as thisSluts pucker up, to kiss the ring and fistThe rhyming vet, the livest yetdrop fly shit like a G-4 private jetBet you get more than grazed by the nineLayed by the sideOh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mineAnd clowns hate how I lock this downIf they think I`m obnoxious now, wait til I pop CristalGot one need, to just smoke outbut if your weed`s got one seed, the shit don`t countDog, 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 GnomeAnd you can love me, or you can judge meBut dissin me`s like, Beetlejuice in a cape, Super UglyTrust me, I`ma shit on my foesAnd sit on my throneSo hop off my dick and get on your own(hook x`s 2)O-H-I-O, no place like homeEverywhere I go, I relocate my throneRoll it up. Light it up. Fire it upBring a bitch to the telly and get high as fuckSchatz got me upchuckin in a cut buzzinMight spit about the same shit, but then againWho the fuck doesn`t?!?!When writers fed, bite his lead, or we can fight insteadAnd fuck a can, we open whoop ass by the kegTell your boys to get your lame crest onWanna rip together? Y`all can share the same headstoneAnd it`s rarely ever that I bury pairs togetherBut I`m ruthless. I did it with ease like Jerry HellerSo if you mention me, you fairies better levitate or jump a fence from meSeven eight`s a heavyweight, like pregnancyAnd you can die in a coupe with dark tintCOPY! Shoot the sky til the moon is dark redSTOP ME! You could try, but I move at mach 10WATCH ME! Superfly from the booth like Clark KentCOPY! Doctor Strange when I`m on the ???The vets I roll with will put your dogs to sleepPuff five blunts straight to the brainJakki`s got one five one through a pump straight to the veinSights 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 headedGot an even bigger ego for the one in my pantsLames hurtin. I aim perfect for opponent`s headsStill in charge like a cordless phone is deadOnly writin four bar verses now. REASON??Can`t get past the fifth line without the crowd screaminY`all don`t rhyme, y`all bitch. Dick in mouth evenOnly time y`all spit`s when you spittin out semenHope you`re ready bastards, my prose already classicAnd like laffy taffy I got a joke on every rapperYou hold your own? NO YOU DON`TI`ll let you shit first, when I start shittin the toilet overflowsAnd I ain`t quittin six four, dyin hittin chicks rawIn the Hyatt on the fifth floor with her hymen splittinSo 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)