Lyrics Fire in AC - Tech N9ne, Smackola, Krizz Kaliko

Fire in AC

Shh psycho over there
Here he comes, here he comes
Hey James
(Yeah)
You’re killin' us with that wild red hair, bro
(I like to kill people, people like you)
I’m a college student sitting next to James Holmes
His mental light ain’t on n the love him like ain’t showin'
So I gotta invite him to study at my strange home
Cause he needs to be flame thrown and repeatedly banged on
'Till his brain gone, you think you Bane?
I put my fangs on
Then it’s game’s on, for the pain, gonna break his dang bones
Cause James wrong;
get him a hook, to hang on
And drain Holmes veins;
get em to switch his insane tone
You have entered the dungeon of real killas
Demons that will fill us with drillas and steel millas
He’ll pay me with his life, cause this animal’s real crazy
Cause this motherfucker don’t even care if he kill babies
I wish this would’ve happen like it happened in my mind
Instead of what occurred in theater number nine
My condolences the families that mourn
All humanity was torn for what he damaged see some horns muthafucker
Burn in hell for eternity for what you did
The depths of hell gonna swallow your ass
Gone, baby, gone, never made the dawn
Never had a fucking chance to turn crazy on
My fire in AC is he stopped ya, shock ta
Aurora Colorado, I got ya
Raa!
Dirty Wormz
This is Amityville horror Aurora
I make him feel the flame
For the respect of the families I mention no names
And I can feel your pain;
you see the devil’s face?
Look at him smiling on trial, this is a closed case
Mister Yates, let him in, close the gate
This is the date for his fate, there will be no escape
Duct tape, zip 'em up, strap 'em down
He’s graduatin' here give 'em his cap 'n gown
Turn off your cell phones, no talking in the preview
It’s the last midnight show and you know just how it end, too
It ain’t no part two, this ain’t no cartoon
Watch 'em start screamin' for god when I put this fire to 'em
This is the murder show, order the blood bath
A psychopath that murders psychopaths' actin bad
And walk away like I’m Dexter man with my bandana to the back
In all black like I’m Batman
Dirty Worm
Hahahaha, here’s Kali
What you want me to be a killa?
Wish I can fill him with some incredible heat
And no catchin' me slip, I stay on my feet
Call up Brotha Lynch and tell him go eat
James, your brain will be dangling from strings if the
Strangers could change it at yourself you would aim
I wish a nigga would, run up the movies while I’m in there with my kids and my
boo
I would be popping them back at you, ‘cause oddly they life is through
And I’m godly but might get stupid
Psychotic ain’t no excuse, ‘cause I’m there too and I can prove It (okay)
We hold him for pressures and it ain’t effortless
For Holmes to count his blessings
‘cause he got it in with the rest of us
And I’d love to take his chest off the rest of ‘em
Arrestin ‘em, ain’t good enough, let’s make him a vegetable
On second thought, I’mma pray for him (Nah)
Hope the angel of death opens the gate for him (yeah)
Better tell ‘em if ya bust in Aurora
All the nation’s reppin' snake and the bat will be aiming or ya.
(Kali)
In the immortal words of Tech N9ne baby
The sands of time have already begun to pour against you
Krizz Kaliko]
I got ya
Colorado I got you
Tech N9ne got you
Smackola got you
Strange Music that’s our biggest market
We love you our condolences to the families that lost their loved ones to this
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