Fire it Up

[Verse 1]
If such a thing exists as being such a king as this
Sluts pucker up, to kiss the ring and fist
The rhyming vet, the livest yet
Drop fly shit like a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Layed by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock this down
If they think I'm obnoxious now, wait 'til I pop Cristal
Got one need: to just smoke out
But if your weed's got one seed, the shit don't count
Dog, you don't want us running home
You don't want it, holmes. If you a G
We're silent as the one in front of gnome
And you can love me, or you can judge me
But dissin me's like, Beetlejuice in a cape, Super Ugly
Trust me, I'mma shit on my foes and sit on my throne
So hop off my dick and get on your own

[Hook] (x2)
O-H-I-O, no place like home
Everywhere I go, I relocate my throne
Roll it up, light it up, fire it up
Bring a bitch to the telly and get high as fuck

[Verse 2]
Straight shots got me upchucking in the cut, buzzing
Might spit about the same shit, but then again, who the fuck doesn't?!?!
When writers fed, bite this lead, or we can fight instead
And fuck a can, we open whoop ass by the keg
Tell your boys to get your lame crest on
Wanna rip together? Y'all can share the same headstone
And it's rarely ever that I bury pairs together
But I'm ruthless
I did it with ease like Jerry Heller
So if you mention me
You fairies better levitate or jump a fence from me
Seven eight's a heavyweight, like pregnancy
And you can die in a coupe with dark tint
COPY! Shoot the sky til the moon is dark red
STOP ME! You could try, but I move at mach 10
WATCH ME! Superfly from the booth like Clark Kent
COCKY! Doc Strange when I'm on the creep
The vets I roll with will put your dogs to sleep
Puff five blunts straight to the brain
Jakki's got one five one through a pump straight to the vein
Sights a bit wrecked
I ain't even light the spliff yet
And already my eyes are bloodshot like a crip' set

[Hook] (x2)
O-H-I-O, no place like home
Everywhere I go, I relocate my throne
Roll it up, light it up, fire it up
Bring a bitch to the telly and get high as fuck

[Verse 3]
Y'all cats ain't never gonna advance, I'm big headed
Got an even bigger ego for the one in my pants
Lames hurting
I aim perfect for opponent's heads
Still in charge like a cordless phone that's dead
Only writing four bar verses now. REASON??
Can't get past the fifth line without the crowd screaming
Y'all don't rhyme, y'all bitch. Dick in mouth even
Only time y'all spit's when you spitting out semen
Hope you're ready, bastards
My quotes already classic
And like Laffy Taffy I got a joke on every rapper
You hold your own? NO YOU DON'T
I'll let you shit first. When I start shitting, the toilet overflows
And I ain't quitting, 6'4'' giant hitting chicks raw
In the Hyatt, on the fifth floor with her hymen splitting
So bet the money you got MY ALBUM'S LIKE HELL!
You don't know when it's coming, but you know it's gonna be HOT!

[Hook] (x2)
O-H-I-O, no place like home
Everywhere I go, I relocate my throne
Roll it up, light it up, fire it up
Bring a bitch to the telly and get high as fuck