Ignite

[Intro]
Acajete
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[Verse 1: Wildcard]
Fuck 'em all
Ask me what I rhyme and rap for
Ask me again, throw you through a sliding glass door
That's like trynna ask the questions, "what the Titans clash for?"
If I show you my pain, y'all would try and fast forward
Told you before, this is my salvation and my freedom and I need it
To get out these padded walls that I keep beating
If my words are set in stone, I prefer to etch the truth
Cause I've seen more dirty scenes than a porn-house projector booth

[Verse 2: Dead Poet]
You couldn't see my nightmares if you monitored my brain
School bully, choking hall monitors with chains
Got a temper so hot I'll burst thermometеrs to flames
And I'll make your blood shed likе there's pirañas in your veins
Get antagonistic and get sodomized with canes
I'll take a bitches innocence and traumatize her brain
She a hood rat bitch
Wrist full of staple scars
Shoving dick in her mouth, look like she deep-throating Maple Bars

[Chorus: Wildcard]
Get your lighters and ignite 'em in the air
And beware of the lion and the tiger and the bear
Walk with us and see why suicide is in our stare
On a stairway to heaven blowing smoke in the air
Get your lighters and ignite 'em in the air
And beware of the lion and the tiger and the bear
Walk with us and see why suicide is in our stare
On a stairway to heaven cause the hope wasn't there

[Verse 3: Wildcard]
Aye yo you want to see the haunted then come stare in my eyes
My lyrics rush through your body like a heroine high
I'm sharing this vibe
Sorry, but I'm vengeful and twisted
Junkies thirsting for this dope like a syringe full of liquid
My pen is wicked
My lines blow poisonous smoke like hot rails
Smash on the track like a Molotov cocktail
I set bear traps for crazy freaks
Hoes swallow cum and kill more kids than air bags to babies
Yo my name rings bells in them eight-wing cells
(Dead Poet, Dead Poet)
You're too sensitive for sentences Poet the crooked Exorcist
Twist a fucking joint with a page from the book of Exodus
I walk in a room, the fucking lamps and lights flicker
I ransack your pack
Grab your tramp and nightstick her
Got a style so sick that you think I speak vomit
Your flow's Tempur-Pedic dawg I fucking sleep on it

[Chorus: Wildcard]
Get your lighters and ignite 'em in the air
And beware of the lion and the tiger and the bear
Walk with us and see why suicide is in our stare
On a stairway to heaven blowing smoke in the air
Get your lighters and ignite 'em in the air
And beware of the lion and the tiger and the bear
Walk with us and see why suicide is in our stare
On a stairway to heaven cause the hope wasn't there

[Verse 4: Wildcard]
Crushed
And now I'm striking and we're lightning
All fucked up, I thought that bottle full of Vicodins were vitamins
My sins are frightening to righteous men
Plus I wanna go, it feels my soul has been thrown in a recycle bin
And now I'm ruined always brushing with death
My girl is getting mad cause I'm getting rougher with sex
She thinks I'm gonna choke her every time I'm touching her neck
I'm busy baby, me and Poet playing Russian Roulette
(Damn)

[Verse 5: Dead Poet]
Have you ever watched a whore spasm while having multiple orgasms?
Get tortured for poor actions
I fornicate with whores and leave 'em horribly deceased
Short, tall, big, small or morbidly obese
Eighteen to eighty, blind, crippled, or crazy
Brainwaves distorted, mind sicker than rabies
If this rap shit don't work and I can't get a bigger portion
I guess I'll go back to doing black market abortions

[Chorus: Dead Poet & Wildcard]
Get your lighters and ignite 'em in the air
And beware of the lion and the tiger and the bear
Walk with us and see why suicide is in our stare
On a stairway to heaven blowing smoke in the air
Get your lighters and ignite 'em in the air
And beware of the lion and the tiger and the bear
Walk with us and see why suicide is in our stare
On a stairway to heaven cause the hope wasn't there

[Outro]
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