| Look I see them gassed up like they’re full of propane
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| Who reign? |
| Nobody now, popped a hole up in up their butane
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| Explosions show you how to move things
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| Throw fire from the hand, Lui Kang
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| Bake up a cake like souffle
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| Reefer hot, blow off your toupee
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| Burn down the spot, it’s a new day
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| Keep the sun on me, give 'em new waves
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| Who wait?
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| Radiation in veins the same that you steak
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| Yo, Al cook a new plate
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| Spit off like a rotisserie, 180 turn
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| Shots fired, burn baby burn
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| Straighten the wave in your perm
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| Cigarillos bathing in sherm
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| I swim in a river riddled with germs
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| Stomach intestine infested with worms
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| Pissy pot, dirty kitchen breakfast is served bon appetite
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| squeeze Pesto when I let go
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| Soldiers double back like it was an echo
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| Flamethrower barrel of petro with pair of a retros
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| Sergio Tacchini suit, no Escos
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| Double G penant just swing from the neck low
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| Down to the dugout dirt, put in work
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| We got fire, man
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| We got fire, what
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| We got fire, man
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| You don’t want to try us, what
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| We got heat that gon' burn when you
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| Flamethrowers, ain’t no survivors, what
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| We got fire
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| I ain’t been sober since fifteen
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| Big flames aimed at
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| Holding on that bost' cream
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| Moving at mach speed
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| Lost breed, a big dragon ready to rock
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| Higher than a lockheed aeroplane
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| I’m putting fire to the wounds like a pharoah cane
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| You see the torch is held up with the narrow frame
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| And the cards of fire was down a taroh plane
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| Yo Al, tell 'em mane
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| I tried to told 'em
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| Hundred racks stacks too large of a size to fold 'em
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| Hallucinogenic package, I sold 'em
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| Dynamite stick, explode 'em
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| For the bitches like frozen yogurt
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| when I get over
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| The tunnel rat, I ride the track like a token holder
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| Then smash boulder
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| It’s the return, third degree burn
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| Blew the reefer through the speaker
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| Smack it out of the park through the bleachers, male features
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| Car starter bombs char body parts on beaches
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| Flowing in a ocean with the fish feces
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| The flame level increases
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| You pay to stay, we only lease it
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| We got fire, man
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| We got fire, what
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| We got fire, man
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| You don’t want to try us, what
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| We got heat that gon' burn when you
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| Flamethrowers, ain’t no survivors, what
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| We got fire |