Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flame Throwers , by - Gangrene. Release date: 23.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flame Throwers |
| It’s all live |
| Yea, this is double G |
| Equivalent to 2003 |
| Smell down titanium |
| Like a metallic sea |
| Transform a river into the T2 |
| What you waiting to send us to G2 |
| Your eyes only see two G’s |
| Criminals so illegal |
| We lead the fibril |
| And stunting like it’s Evil Knievel |
| It ain’t a sequel |
| It’s a prequel |
| I berth your status is not equal |
| I’m first to town |
| And while lethal how |
| I can see you can talk to |
| Going like the wind through the trees |
| In the summer breeze |
| My eyes only see 2 G’s |
| Two force and you letting them |
| Jacking cheese on the back of the cope |
| The words I wrote |
| Before open face surgery |
| Were the racket |
| And go at your throat |
| Chemical imbalance flopped on |
| Mentally challenged |
| Promote violence |
| And flame throwers |
| Burn down houses to a crisp |
| Crazier combination exists |
| So it happened once to the blue |
| Like the soviets |
| Put that fire to you |
| If you knew my fix |
| I let their heat melt you |
| And the longer they exist |
| Big flame throwers |
| Y’all ain’t fucking with this |
| Got fired yea, got fired what |
| Got fired yea, got fired what |
| Got fired man |
| That’s fire like a flamethrower |
| Every spot gets blazed over |
| See me? |
| I’m a cop smoker |
| I cannot be sober |
| I’m a lot Soldiered |
| Locked in the cockpit |
| Leaned over |
| Corrupt ambition |
| Air forcing the old numbers |
| Nostradamus, your futuristical prophet |
| Done balling |
| Make spending |
| Before you got it |
| That’s no credit |
| No collateral |
| Bet them |
| We go animal |
| Let it shred them |
| I debt them |
| Get up, get up |
| Put them to sleep |
| I rock them good |
| Father just stall |
| I taught him good |
| If you wouldn’t couldn’t |
| You want to should |
| Probably would of did it already |
| More fire |
| You’re running out of wood |
| No husk |
| And no for sparking |
| Come back that |
| Like loan sharking |
| Shoot the crowd till I’m talking |
| This is a lot like wood floors with no carpet |
| I emerge out of the darkness |
| To resurrect the life |
| This carcass … into the double G office |
| Put the fire to you |
| If you knew my fix |
| I let their heat melt you |
| And the longer they exist |
| Big flame throwers |
| Y’all ain’t fucking with this |
| Got fired yea, got fired what |
| Got fired yea, got fired what |
| Got fired man |
| That’s fire like a flamethrower |
| Every spot gets blazed over |
| Do you think you’re lucky to be alive today? |
| No, no |
| Cause I’m frigging smart |
| Freaky and ice to mold the smoke |
| And it was a matter of time |
| That that house frigging |