Fire Charriot

If I snap
Everything goes black
I wake up holding clapped heat
You get stabbed for disrespect:
I'm not a rap geek
Buck shots blast these
Pellets spread and hit his face like acne
When you rap
You look like seagulls circling over trash heat
That means you trash sweep
You get knocked out the ring like Jerry Hackney
Strapped
Black T
Ronald Reagan masked
Black mag-e
Tucked under black jeans
I go deep and spit ash like a coal miner with black teeth
If you in the whip?
I'll strangle you to death from out the shadows of the back seat
I'm a psychopath
Under eval a psyche staff
Couldn't pass me
If I lose I'm in your crib
Quiet as a gas leak
Gas can and rag sparked I light the match streak
I'm locking us all inside
I don't care if the fire traps me
The sun is gone
I think I'm just happy

Everyone focus in 3D
I make shows look like Saving Private Ryan
The opening beach scene
If you never peeped me?
You're all sleepy
I'm a beast
I thrash the scene easy
I'll put a drum set through your TV
I'm on that dope shit
BG
Hot boy
Under strobe lights like the Bee Gees
I spray aerial application in your faces
You get dusted off like
DDT
Torch 'em like tiki
Close range
Melt the whites of your eyeballs to hot cream cheese
And everybody strapped in the jungle
Wylin' out with their contras
I'm mad bonkers
Punches lean his craft, Labamba
Try to strong-arm this
I arm strong kids like Lisanda
My whole family tied mobsters
All heart and honor
On your girl's face I bust like a lobster
For life around bars
Like I'm locked up