Burn
(专辑: The Devil Never Dies - 2010)
I
like playing with fire, man We'll let the
world burn Through the
eyes of the
rebel, the
terrible, the
turbulent treble The
words of the
devil, they ain't shit, the
world is a
pebble God isn't coming, it's all lies, Heaven's a
myth, kid I
wipe you off the
Earth like you never existed Gifted, lifted, minding his own, dawg I
could scare your whole clique off with a
phone call I
got my own words, accent, my own drawl I
got bulletproof lungs and some chrome drawers I
got a
pill full of Heaven and Hell Mescaline dreams, I'm high but you never can tell I
got friends doing time, locked in federal jail And a
million predators who all said I
would fail I
don't spark beef, I
stash burners under the
car seat Fuck swimming with 'em, I
gotta wipe my chin from the
shark meat I'm gassed up from white women and dark freaks And I
don't need no motherfucking engine to stop me, nah I'ma make it burn I'ma make it burn Burn Burn Confront kings, kill you with the
drum, lil' bitch One, two, spit, something I
could gun you with Once you bit by a
zombie that's um too quick My cannon is loose, unorthodox confusions Spark the
flint, oh we going start some shit Amadeus, I
beg your pardon, bitch Yeah, this beat the
hardest bit, chemical imbalance Terrible with talent, no one dark as this Coffins and graves, big Slaine, the
Boston brigade So often we blaze, never getting Am's to behave No control, overdose, hold the
smoke, blow and choke I
can hear 'em calling, I
ain't falling for the
okey doke 'Til the
death of him, setting fire to Bethlehem Full of testosterone, surrounded by the
estrogen Get your next of kin, circumcize 'em like some extra skin I'll burn this motherfucker down before I'm exiting I'ma make it burn I'ma make it burn Burn Burn Light the
fire that aspires to desire Inside of the
tires underneath the
Nascar driver before a
crash Due to these fraud liars Now I
keep my god higher than God's choir, my bars fry ya Proper, sharper than barbed wire on a
chain link fence I'm trynna make sense of while my brain thinks But I
panic all frantic 'cause I'm manic, hard as granite Granted I've been through a
lot, damnit So how could I
not plan it to be on top of the
planet One way or another, someday you'll understand it But for now, it's just me (Trust me) Nobody can touch me, these clowns animated like Krusty I'ma make it burn I'ma make it burn Burn Burn