Gas Fires

Intro:

They say it was so hot, grown men on the street corner, were goin' up to cops, beggin' the cops to shoot them

Verse 1:

Ayo, don't ask to battle if you ain't an enemy
Ancient enmity (hahaha), eat my tribe gettin' the energy
I work like ox prowls, pushin' drowded land
You go against the crown, get damped, go drown in sand (Word)
Ark mind dead, make a blood river from God's wine press
Broke clock winded
Deal flesh much like, how someone shot fine threats
Stop eyеin', Beth, fan ops who wanna watch, my death
Been a couple o' yеars since droppin' a strip
Now I'm just takin' caps like robbin' a Lid's
Guavo romuline rigged, modified ramens with fish

Chorus x2:

Gonzoism and, nonsense
Happy Fun and chop next, bomb threats
These are some of my concepts
Fear, loathing and, thoughts dead
Corpse in a prom dress, kill what come next
These are some concepts

Verse 2:

I'll do anyone greasy as a hobo's wig
Youth are so-so shits, slit open your throat and GoPro it
Type frighten (Woah)
Burn footage tyin' up loose ends heighten
Lines in rows like psych reds
Droppin' a fest of flowers, children and baby busters
Seatbelt it to a daisy cutter
Crip Mac voice, "I hate these custers" (Custers!)
My old six fanbase was aspirin' killers and crazy cutters
I wanna battle you, Jak, join the 80 others
Fuck the chorus, man

Chorus x2

Gonzoism and, nonsense
Happy Fun and chop next, bomb threats
These are some of my concepts
Fear, loathing and, thoughts dead
Corpse in a prom dress, kill what come next
These are some concepts