BURN SH!T

[Verse 1: Sly Fox] I say my flow is set in stone so when I put the pressure on/ you niggas I roll up they speak my language like rosetta stone/ when I spit this shit they eyes follow like they read along and then I leave these niggas Timberlake (what?) dead and gone/ and fuck the police because they mad at my hostility, or they mad to see these fucking microphone abilities/ and if I catch one lacking then its JF Kennedy, my enemies be hating, I rap tighter then virginity/ serious in the booth but outside I'm a joker, you know bitches be tripping make em fall like october, bet I smack a nigga stupid/ make em lean like your shoulder, and if life is but a game I put rappers in game over i'm, 17 and rebellious, still as selfish as shell fish/ and I leave rappers at end what that is? closing credits/ I got a fucking army of vegetarian zombies and we aimed with scalpels as we aiming for the economy/ I spit real and honestly, I got a lot to spit/ and how you making cheese if you lactose intolerant?/ safe producers scared to send me tracks cause demolish it/ and I'mma save the game with my hands, on my amish shit/ middle finger to sobriety, I'm screaming fuck society/ they say that it's illegal I say why and then they lie to me/ so I'mma grab up anybody who gone listen cause it's time to go to war and whoever snitching getting stitches/ I'mma a menace to these bitches, I'mma danger to these artist/ cause I go gladiator and kick em out like this is spartan/ world war III is what I'm starting, i'm/ shooting like targets fuck with me and find your face on the back of a milk carton/ like burn, let that shit burn, let that shit burn, let that shit burn, set it off like burn/ let that shit burn, let that shit burn, let that shit burn, molotov, uh/