On Fire

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] This is true! Militant mind state And the villains concealing the 9, wait, it's a zoo I'm chilling with primates, I'm a fool You feeling it? I ain't, play gorilla, I'm real as the crime rate So, cool, my right jabs on the right track It'll slide you sideways, go get your ice pack That's what the fights bought, bing, punch your lights out Go pay your utility bill get your sight back (huh?) All I got is a bunch of weaponry everywhere When I was a kid I used to machete my teddy bear Friday the 13th? Nah, nigga was never scared Sleeping on Elm Street if somebody tell me Freddy there (yeah!) See I'm a whole 'nother animal With a mechanical trap jaw, highly flammable Soon as this cannibal track y'all, I split your cantaloupe Hannibal Lecter with a hacksaw, I rap raw Go in the zone till I'm outside of my body Your body get outlined in white powder when bullets come outside of the shotty (ha!) Try to hide in your hotel I'll Al-Qeada your lobby Then I'll smile at your hotty Put a ride on my side like Clyde riding with Bonnie Check out the way I pimp, mami After my snake charm her, she get wet, now I'm folding paper (paper!) That's Swami, tsunami and origami (yeah!) Yes, the best ever! I'm hot as West weather When you dressed in your sweater vest and you best leather I pull buttons and press levers, I'm backwards As a dyslexic letter, jet setter, et cetera Catch you boy on planet COB Go fuck yourself give your hand a job! Like Nickel 9's brother, the kid's Vishis I own half a beauty salon, so you know I'm with splitting the wig business. (Whoo!) [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] I got a big dick, bitch! (What?) That ain't no punchline, I just a got big dick, bitch! 'Bout big business, Slaughterhouse! You and your clique gettin' with this Y'all at the movies wearing blindfolds, get it? That means you ain't seeing the big picture I find irony in being the head of rapper decapitation I'll get Rihanna on a track and won't even rap on it Just let her moan to the song while I'm masturbating You the best rapper? Homie congratulations! I'd rather be known for felonious ratchet waving You deep, we deeper, but we married to these streets but We don't jump brooms, we just carry streetsweepers Hell yeah! Detroit City? I'm felt there Leave a brain elsewhere, it's the name on the card to my health care I'm hard, you facades piss me off I put your thoughts on your broad You fucking screamer, later with your tough demeanor Ya fruit, I V8 juice your fucking team up! Give me 50 feet! (come on!) Why you acting all brand new? 50's teeth Got the bullets looping, I pull it, the clip repeats, without the DJ I got more gunshots in the Glock - than Whoo Kid got in that instant replay Ooh, you thought that was a diss to Fif'? Then you stupider than Muslims looking for gifts on Christmas Clip-out, 'bout to stick my dick in the hole in the handle How you gon' walk a mile in my shoes? I'm walking on water in Moses and Hova's sandals Giving boxers the opposite of going commando! That's right, I put a bunch of boxers on your ass, boy I'm fly, Boeing is my handle I'm from the metropolitan rock bottom, if I spot 'em, I got 'em She wanted to swallow when I shot it, but that's not my problem She your wife, she just my concubine and She like to holla Ryan while I'm behind it like she my momma mind it Willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team Blunt so big look like we just rolled up the Swamp Thing I'm high feeling like I should be higher I ride like Michael Myers, wire ride like a bike with no tires! No case to fight with no priors Say good night, Nickel 9 and Crooked I's on fire [Outro] That's right What up, E-Love?