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royce da 59 - on fire lyrics

[intro: crooked i]
okay!
what we have here?
it’s what the game been talkin’…
slaughterhooooooooooooooooooooooooooouse! {bring it back!} [scratches?]

okay!
what we have here?
it’s what the game been talkin’…
slaughterhooooooooooooooooooooooooooouse!
{whoooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
okay! [shot]

[crooked i:]
this is true!
militant mind state and the villains concealing the
9 wait. – it’s a zoo! [gunshot]
i’m chilling with primates, i’m a fool!
you feeling it? i ain’t play gorilla i’m a real as the crime rate. [scream]
it’s so cool! – my right jabs on the right track
it’ll slide you sideways go get your ice pack. [shot]
that’s what the fights bought, big, 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, n-gg- was never scared
sleeping on elm’s street if somebody tell me freddy
there. [vincent price laughs] (yeah!)
see i’m a whole ‘nother animal!
with a mechanical trap jaw – highly flammable [dogs growing]
soon as this cannibal track yawn
i split your cantaloupe, hannibal lechter with a hacksaw.
– i rap raw! [scream]
go in the zone till i’m outside of my body
your body get outlined in white powder when bullets
[gunshot] come outside of the shotty. (ha!)
try to hide in your hotel i’ll al-qauda
your lobby then i’ll smile at your hotty. [tarzan shouts] ([em:] whoo!)
put a ride on my side like clyde riding with bonnie
check out the way i pimp mommy!
after my snake charm her!
she get wet now i’m folding paper (paper!
) that’s slimy 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 b-ttons and press levers
i’m backwards as a dyslexd letter, jet setter – etcetera! [gunshot]
catch you boy on planet cob,
go f-ck yourself give your hand a job!
like nikel 9’s brother – the kids vishis
i own half a beauty salon so you know i’m with splitting
the wig business. {whooooooooooooooooooooo}

[royce da 5’9″:]
i got a big d-ck, b-tch! {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
what? – that ain’t no punchline, i just a got big d-ck, b-tch! (whooo!)
’bout big business,
slaughterhouse! – you and your clique gettin’ with this. [gunshot]
y’all at the movies wearing blindfolds
get, it? – that means you ain’t seeing the big picture
i find irony in being the headed rapper decapitating
i’ll get rihanna on a track and won’t even rap on it.
just let her moan to the song whilst i’m masturbating
you the best rapper? homie congratulations! [scream]
i’d rather be known for felonious ratchet waving.
(pop, pop, pop, pop!) you deep, we deeper
but we married to these streets but – we don’t jump
brooms we just carry street sweepers!
h-ll 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
p-ss me off! – i put your thoughts on your broad. [scream]
you f-cking screamer – later with your tough demeanour
ya fruit! – i v-8 juice your f-cking 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
[gunshot] in that instant replay.
ooo, you thought that was a diss to fif’?
than {whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
you stupider than muslims looking for gifts on christmas.
{kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
clip-out! – ’bout to stick my d-ck in, the hole
in the handle, how you gon’ walk [gunshot] a mile in my shoes? (whooo!)
i’m walking on water and moses and over sandals,
giving boxers is the opposite of going commando! [tarzan shouts]
that’s right; i put a bunch of boxers on your -ss, boy!
i’m fly! -? is my handle!
i’m from the metropolitan [blast] rock bottom, if i spot ’em, i got ’em!
she wanted to swallow when i shot it – but that’s not my problem.
she’s your wife she just my concubine’n
she like to holla ryan whilst i’m behind it like she
my momma mind it. [scream]
willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team
blunt so big look like we just rolled up the swamp
thing! ([em:] whoo whoo!)
i’m high feeling like i should be higher,
i ride like michael myers,
wire ride like a bike with no tires! ([em:] whoo! whatta f-ck?!)
no case to fight with no priors
say good night! – nickel 9 and crooked i’s on fire…

[outro: royce da 5’9″]
that’s right!
whattup b-luv? [beat stops] [gunshot] [rewind]

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