Royce Da 5’9” – On Fire Lyrics

I ain’t play gorilla I’m a real as the crime rate. Whattup B-Luv? (ha!)
Try to hide in your hotel I’ll Al-Qauda
Your lobby then I’ll smile at your hotty. (EM: Whoo! Detroit city? 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’m hot as West weather when you dressed in your sweater vest and you best leather. – The best ever! – I rap raw! Got the bullets looping I pull it the clip repeats – WITHOUT THE DJ! – ‘Bout to stick my dick in, the hole
In the handle, how you gon’ walk [gunshot] a mile in my shoes? – I V-8 juice your f**king team up! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo}
[Royce Da 5’9″:]
I got a big dick, bitch! [shot]
[Crooked I:]
This is true! (whooo!)
I’m walking on water and Moses and over sandals,
Giving boxers is the opposite of going commando! She wanted to swallow when I shot it – but that’s not my problem. {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Friday the 13th? Homie congratulations! What we have here? {BRING IT BACK! – 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. [gunshot]
Y’all at the movies wearing blindfolds
Get, it? } [scratches]
[Intro: Crooked I]
Okay! !)
No case to fight with no priors
Say good night! She get wet now I’m folding paper (paper!) that’s slimy tsunami and origami. – It’s the name on the card to my health care. All brand new 50’s teeth! }
Clip-out! [beat stops] [gunshot] [rewind] (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! [gunshot]
I’m chilling with primates, I’m a fool! Militant mind state and the villains concealing the 9 wait. (come on!)
Why you acting? – Nah, nigga was never scared
Sleeping on Elm’s Street if somebody tell me Freddy there. It’s what the game been talkin’…
I own half a beauty salon so you know I’m with splitting the wig business. – I put your thoughts on your broad. [Vincent Price laughs] (yeah!)
See I’m a whole ‘nother animal! (whooo!)
‘Bout big business,
Slaughterhouse! ] is my handle! [Tarzan shouts] (EM: Whoo!)
Put a ride on my side like Clyde riding with Bonnie
Check out the way I pimp mommy! [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. [shot]
That’s what the fights bought, big, punch your lights out
Go pay your utility bill get your sight back. Give me 50 feet! I’m felt there! }
Okay! (huh?)
All I got is a bunch of weaponry everywhere
When I was a kid I used to machete my teddy bear. (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! – That ain’t no punchline, I just a got big dick, bitch! [scream]
You f**king screamer – later with your tough demeanour
Ya fruit! Ooo, you thought that was a diss to Fif’? It’s what the game been talkin’…
SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! You feeling it? – Nickel 9 and Crooked I’s on fire…
[Outro: Royce Da 5’9″]
That’s right! [scream]
Willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team
Blunt so big look like we just rolled up the swamp thing! What we have here? – It’s a zoo! – [? [gunshot]
Catch you boy on planet COB,
Go f**k yourself give your hand a job! Just let her moan to the song whilst I’m masturbating
You the best rapper? – You and your clique gettin’ with this. Leave a brain elsewhere! 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. I got more gunshots in the Glock – than Whoo Kid got [gunshot] in that instant replay. I’m from the metropolitan [blast] rock bottom, if I spot ’em, I got ’em! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! I’m fly! – My right jabs on the right track
It’ll slide you sideways go get your ice pack. Than {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You stupider than Muslims looking for gifts on Christmas. (yeah!)
Yes! }
What? After my snake charm her! – You facades
Piss me off! [scream]
It’s so cool! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [Tarzan shouts]
That’s right; I put a bunch of boxers on your ass, boy! I pull buttons and press levers
I’m backwards as a dyslexd letter, jet setter – etcetera! Hell yeah! WHATTA f**k? I’m hard! [scream] I’d rather be known for felonious ratchet waving. ROYCE DA 5’9”On Fire Lyrics
[Intro: Crooked I]

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