Cover Me (Fire)

Lyrics
[Intro] He who comes after me is mightier than I He will baptize you with fire [Verse 1] Chill Bump's back with some organized magic We like pyros who wanna light matches With all the right raps and all the right scratches The perfect chemistry like one of Walter White's batches You write wack shit, quit smoking chron Quit jerking in the mirror you sniff coke upon You not spitting, bitch, know you wrong You got 2pac spinning, you Rich Homie Quan Go get your crew for back up My crew carry trays to make your juices splatter If I had to use the chrome, I'd shoot a rapper Act like you the G.O.A.T, I'm the Chupa Cabra And I hate you kids with garbage in your ears God you ignorant. Go and gargle shit and piss My goal is to strangle lady Gaga with her wig When I get passed the guards who guard her in her crib Kidnap Niki, Silly old slut And fuck anybody thinking that her singing don't suck I'ma split a hole in her, spill that hoe's gut Watch the jelly explode from her Silicone butt. So what ? Cover me I'm going in Cover me I'm going in Cover me I'm going in Cover me I, cover me I cover... I'm a professional, I know that I am special Know I'm successful, know I got potential Yo this life is stressful, homies try to test you Hold the mic to diss you, get a hold of y'all credentials Phoney lying friends'll hover over like a kestrel Hoes be lining up to try to blow you by the restroom Emcees try to make your shit their own just like a stencil Stress 'll probably make you have a stroke and pop a vessel It's too fucking harsh, God it's fucking hard But I always love the art, love to vomit up the bars I am out this fucking world, beyond the shining stars I'll be rhyming til martians wanna follow us on Mars You can try to bite me til your tooth is throbbing You can steal my raps, I am too uncommon But you finna feel the wrath of Tutan Khamun You gone wish your silly ass dad used a condom I am fresh, I am rare, I'm an oasis I'm innovative. Einstein's mind is so basic I violated this beat then violently raped it Y'all are PC rappers, y'all rhyme but don't say «shit» Cover me I'm going… Cover me, cover me… x4
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- Miscellaneous (Chill Bump)