Gasoline

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I be on some other shit, you don't realize what you fucking with
Rookies only bring they pistols, vets always come with extra clips (come on)
I jump the line every time, don't need no coach to tell me blitz (let's go)
I'm winning every game I touch, giving out high-fives like my homie Rittz (high-five)
I'm always prepared for battle, bitches you don't want a war (war)
You never were designed to take me on so what you fronting for? (for)
I leave 'em wanting more like a virgin boy just fucked a whore (whore)
I'm kinda like Kobe, I don't pass the ball because I score (yeah)
I never got along and played well with them kids outside at recess (nope)
Later on in life I grew up as a weirdo without regret (hahaha)
I got that beast inside me and I'm a monster at its meanest (meanest)
And I can harness force so powerful that you'd never seen it (yeah)
My temper's about to blow, I stick and burn 'em like napalm
No use in staying calm so I do 'em like they did Saddam (felt that)
The public execution, that's the kind of shit I'm on (come on)
I'll burn 'em all up like gasoline, I'm dropping fucking bombs

[Chorus: Twisted Insane & Bukshot]
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, ugh

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I played with matches and I've never been afraid to use 'em (naw)
The reason that they scared, cause I make shrapnel with my music (yeah)
And I can make 'em sick cause this track Seven made is ruthless
(now I got the fuse lit)
When it goes off, arms, legs, everything useless
I've been known to flip the switch and put everybody in a panic (panic)
These humans are oblivious to the fact I'm from another planet
(I'm a weirdo)
Not to mention my thoughts come from another dimension (ha)
Can't comprehend the tension 'bout to cut loose any given second
They wanna see me fail but they don't have the nuts to tell me (naw)
They know the outcome from the contact with me's not too healthy (naw)
Don't get yo (town sprayed)
Heads blown off like (sound-waves)
The way I clean the clocks you'd probably think that they all (found maids)
So I get the impression some of y'all need to be taught a lesson (let's go)
I think the man upstairs designed me to be a living weapon (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like I should take medicine the way I'm stressing (ugh)
But like Tech N9ne I get my stress relief from the Smith & Wesson

[Chorus: Twisted Insane & Bukshot]
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, ugh

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Into the chamber of darkness (in my heart)
These days are the darkest (M.O.B.)
I run with the hardest my label's full of goons and artists (artists)
I challenge you to step up and let's see who gets the farthest (farthest)
If they dare oppose me watch 'em all turn into targets (targets)
So count yo blessings cause bad news is about to beat ya home (that's right)
I got an app that'll make you sick and we ain't talking phones (uh uh)
Make it sound like a porno flick, the way I make these victims moan
Listen to the countdown tick, right before these peoples minds get blown
I learned a move from a vampire who just taught me Kung Fu
Together him and I look at gore like a gallery of art just like Sun Tzu (grra)
Anybody really think they wanna come and get it from me I hope you brought lunch (let's go)
You better give me everything you got, every trick up in yo bag cause I pack a punch
Cause I know I'm hard
I go Iron Man, I'm Tony Starks
I'm like the Wizard of Oz, these Tin Man around me have no heart
I'll break these robots down into parts, yeah watch me take their spark
Wanna take me out, good luck
You'll do better trying to drown a shark

[Chorus: Twisted Insane & Bukshot]
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, I'm filled with
Gasoline
I'm finna gas and I might blow any second
If you really wanna run up on me I'll pull a weapon and so you better get to stepping 'fore I send you to heaven, ugh