Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flamethrowers Pt. 2, artist - Gangrene. Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flamethrowers Pt. 2 |
| Look I see them gassed up like they’re full of propane |
| Who reign? |
| Nobody now, popped a hole up in up their butane |
| Explosions show you how to move things |
| Throw fire from the hand, Lui Kang |
| Bake up a cake like souffle |
| Reefer hot, blow off your toupee |
| Burn down the spot, it’s a new day |
| Keep the sun on me, give 'em new waves |
| Who wait? |
| Radiation in veins the same that you steak |
| Yo, Al cook a new plate |
| Spit off like a rotisserie, 180 turn |
| Shots fired, burn baby burn |
| Straighten the wave in your perm |
| Cigarillos bathing in sherm |
| I swim in a river riddled with germs |
| Stomach intestine infested with worms |
| Pissy pot, dirty kitchen breakfast is served bon appetite |
| squeeze Pesto when I let go |
| Soldiers double back like it was an echo |
| Flamethrower barrel of petro with pair of a retros |
| Sergio Tacchini suit, no Escos |
| Double G penant just swing from the neck low |
| Down to the dugout dirt, put in work |
| We got fire, man |
| We got fire, what |
| We got fire, man |
| You don’t want to try us, what |
| We got heat that gon' burn when you |
| Flamethrowers, ain’t no survivors, what |
| We got fire |
| I ain’t been sober since fifteen |
| Big flames aimed at |
| Holding on that bost' cream |
| Moving at mach speed |
| Lost breed, a big dragon ready to rock |
| Higher than a lockheed aeroplane |
| I’m putting fire to the wounds like a pharoah cane |
| You see the torch is held up with the narrow frame |
| And the cards of fire was down a taroh plane |
| Yo Al, tell 'em mane |
| I tried to told 'em |
| Hundred racks stacks too large of a size to fold 'em |
| Hallucinogenic package, I sold 'em |
| Dynamite stick, explode 'em |
| For the bitches like frozen yogurt |
| when I get over |
| The tunnel rat, I ride the track like a token holder |
| Then smash boulder |
| It’s the return, third degree burn |
| Blew the reefer through the speaker |
| Smack it out of the park through the bleachers, male features |
| Car starter bombs char body parts on beaches |
| Flowing in a ocean with the fish feces |
| The flame level increases |
| You pay to stay, we only lease it |
| We got fire, man |
| We got fire, what |
| We got fire, man |
| You don’t want to try us, what |
| We got heat that gon' burn when you |
| Flamethrowers, ain’t no survivors, what |
| We got fire |