House Is On Fire

[Verse One: Apathy] There'll never be a better cracker rapper for a lack of better words Batter up, I'm bad as fuck, fuck a battle, y'all are nerds Nerf balls in the Super Bowl, absolutely absurd Serve rappers like soup bowls with scones for dessert Surfs up, you'll certainly get sunk Drive your whip off a pier with you tied up in the trunk This is truck music, ask your girlfriend 'cause we fuck to it Inside her SUV, I'll set you free Rip your soul out your body, I'mma let you see The cosmos, God's close, turn your flesh into compost I'm confident, dick big as the Washington Monument I'm grimy as fuck but still walk amongst the opulent Abandon ship, rip your spirit out then I'll banish it Then channel it with ancient manuscripts and amulets Come from Willimantic, kids are speakin' that Spanish shit Don't throw me on the beat if you don't want me to damage it [Verse Two: Motive] I'm on some other shit now, just for the fuck of it I get down like Chris Brown do, but Mo' cut a bitch My money grows on trees, a dough farmer Out for presidents to represent me nigga like Shawn Carter They say my rhymes are sorta like a suicide bomber With marijuana, leave your city smokin' like Osama The Demigod-father here to settle problems and beef All my utensils is metal niggas I'm starvin', let's eat Handle the job for any faggots thinkin' Godz is sweet The Prodigy that bring Havoc when D.R.'s Mobb Deep It's Hell On Earth if I don't cake up much quicker The kid can't function with no paper, like a printer Like Ninja Turtles with no Splinter, strippers with no tippers Hip hop with no niggas (Yeah right) I got a motherfuckin' plan to get it crackin' fam Have you held up and stuck like a traffic jam [Verse Three: Esoteric] Where your bars at? We don't horse around This ain't for all that, you could get tortured now You ain't killin' the game, your Escalades are four cylinder I'm a super villain spittin' villainous slang The Dillinger bang or was it my voice? My weapon of choice Blogs taint my links like they stealin' my chain You ain't the master but I'm willin' to train Fuck a rapper turned singer, dog I'm feelin' no pain Got my body on earth and my brain on the moon I'm in two places at once like MF Doom, Ah Get ya lifted like cannabis sativa Lyrically foot loose like Canibus in Teva's Haha, It's unanimously Ether like when... QB's speak on the Jay/Nas beef You cop Haggar briefs at TJ Max and Chaps I don't fuck with that, I'm Polo strapped I don't know you dawg, so no more dap We the best alive, you couldn’t get this fly With Miyagi, chopsticks, and pesticide [Interlude: Sample from the motion picture 'Tombstone'] "You tell him I'm coming and Hell's coming with me you hear?! Hell's coming with me!" [Verse Four: Open Mic] Man listen, I'mma show you what you’ve been missin' I spit with conviction like rap’s my religion Smash up your set then I’ll bail like I’m Christian Too late for you to escape with Snake Plissken A man on a mission, man on a wire I’m Denzel bringin' you hell, Man on Fire This shit is gettin' old so I plan to retire But plans often change, now my name’s on your flyer The innovator, old school Demigod originator Stay fresh, keep my notebooks in the refrigerator Dictionary dictator, sorta like a waiter The way I serve emcee’s will make you wanna tip me later No need for the gratuity, I’m tearin' that ass up I never pass up the opportunity To take your shit talk and flush it, I’m no joke Boy ya shoulda known by now, Meezy does it [Verse Five: Celph Titled] Outside my house is investigators So I invest in gators to rip the chest of a perpetrator Plus the K-9 squad of German Sheppards and Rotts And when they catch you they gon' show you what Heaven is not I'm a man of mystery, put them grams on the triple beam 50 grand when I spit my speech (It ain't shit to me. Bitch!) No serial on my gun (yea), I got tricks up my sleeve (yea) Frosted Flakes on my blow (aw), Lucky Charms in my weed (what up) Ridiculous but inconspicuous (aww) Crime computers has my name with 'dangerous' in parenthesis (yea) I burst a gasket, I'm off the hinges These are syringes filled with criminal vengeance (aw) I get the dough (get it), I got the props (got it) Sniper on speed dial, I call the shots Alert the marshals, the Feds, yeah the policemen too Just know if faggots didn't exist then neither would you