Pass Me a Lighter

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I got to be 'bout the meanest ever You defeat me never I was born dead! Fat nigga with horns in his head Calls himself the east side King! He breathes lightning! You can see electrical currents when he's rhyming Skin made of Teflon, he don't need no vest on He proceeds to get blown, when he bleeds the shits chrome! He ain't a human bein' Wait till you see him, he's a true demon He uses trees To defecate on loose-leaf A ghetto legend came out the womb at eleven With the face of a felon But a face like a meteor hit him, a Detroit icon! With a stomach made of pistols, eye of tiger, heart of lion The ghetto messiah! It's on forever 1877, more calm then ya! Never knew the east side, he would have to run Came like a thief in the night with a mask and a gun [Hook] Oh, somebody pass me a lighter (Well) Oh, won't you please light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why!) So, I can get high and start spittin' the fire (Aw, Gordy!) Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah [Verse 2] Lyrics comin' with the strength of ten men Not even with titanium bones, I'll end them I'm stoppin' his men, now he's breathin' slowly, I hope he don't pee On himself when I'm rhymin' his legs and break both knees A verbal arsonist, my verse it too hot to spit Burnin' off all your skin, murder your ligaments Why do they call me King? I ain't self proclaimed These eyes saw a whole lot of niggas die 'cause they felt the flame Think I'm talkin' just to hear my motherfuckin' self talk? I am to the east side what Biggie was to New York Hope I'm lyrically upliftin' ya when I'm droppin' this Stay humble, never arrogant, just confident I just want Detroit to love me, oh I cry for you I looked out yellin' your name, ready to die for you I just want to puff a blunt, oh just for you Oh Detroit, I love you so (Oh! Well....) [Hook] Oh, somebody pass me a lighter Oh won't you please light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why!) So, I can get high and start spittin the fire (Aw, Gordy!) Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah [Verse 3] I got the scripture of a king, paint the perfect picture A worthless nigga, peseants, bow down to my presence With these two braids sticking up In case you were wondering "Why in the fuck Does he have the two braids sticking up?" Drinkin' gin outta a a tenth-century English cup Fuck shootin' you cross me, your head's bein cut (Off with his head!) My cape is from an African lion eye, from a sacred African tribe They'll prasie me after I die! Forty eight frames made from an elephant's tusk Motor gauges on like the president or something Old people lookin' like, I know he's sellin' something But go and let him do his thing, he's the east side's king Please don't try to do it people, boy this guys out of it Please don't try to do it people, oh this guys out of it! Well, don't try to interview him, oh this guys out of it! Only thing he's gonna scream is (Well, well, well, well) [Hook] Ohh, somebody pass me a lighter Oh won't you please light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why!) So I can get high and start spittin the fire (Aw, Gordy!) Let these niggas know why they call you 'siah