Mac Lethal - Fire Breather lyrics
[Mac Lethal - Fire Breather lyrics]
1 2 3 4! WHOO, You are a gorgeous man, Mac
Yeah, uh!
Yo, my name is Lethal, if you not familiar
Big ball sack like a silverback gorilla
Red leather jacket like it's
Michael Jackson "Thriller"
On the first 48 I was an instrumental killer
Yea i heard you actin' lazy
I'm bout to get you motivated
With my rappin', baby
You only get one chance to live
So do it passionately
See, you can get a little
Money and a black Mercedes
I'm so excited, I can smack a baby
Metallica, Slayer and Pantera
It's time to bring the goddamn terror
In your business meeting
Tell 'em you're the boss
Get paid, straight cash, homie, Randy Moss
Cuz you're in last place
But you should be first
But you act like hard work
Makes your pussy hurt
You gotta take those bad feelings
And you gotta toss 'em
Don't be a little bitch
Just be a lotta awesome
Just be a, a fire breather
Never be a quitter
Motivate yourself to try to work
Hard and get bigger
Be a flame thrower, big flame spitter
Run up on your enemies
Your finger on the trigger
You need that motivation
That shit is missing
Kid you ain't motivated
Feel like you slippin'
But fuck it, go get naked
Walk into the kitchen
Find an electrical socket, homie
And stick your dick in
Get excited, so fuckin' pumped, wow
Say "it's my big dick, i wanna fuck now!"
Fuck yo enemies, they ain't as bad as you
PMA, Pussy Massacring Attitude
Do some push-ups, do a couple hunnid
Pick a fuckin' labradoodle puppy
Up and pun it
Do a shot of whiskey, make a blackin' tan
Walk in bank of America
With your gat in hand
Bang! Now listen, lady
You run a fuckin' cupcake business
I ain't tryna grind y'all out
But you got anotha bitch that
Runs a cupcake business
As competition? Cut her fuckin' eyeballs out
Yeah, uh!
Yo, my name is Lethal, if you not familiar
Big ball sack like a silverback gorilla
Red leather jacket like it's
Michael Jackson "Thriller"
On the first 48 I was an instrumental killer
Yea i heard you actin' lazy
I'm bout to get you motivated
With my rappin', baby
You only get one chance to live
So do it passionately
See, you can get a little
Money and a black Mercedes
I'm so excited, I can smack a baby
Metallica, Slayer and Pantera
It's time to bring the goddamn terror
In your business meeting
Tell 'em you're the boss
Get paid, straight cash, homie, Randy Moss
Cuz you're in last place
But you should be first
But you act like hard work
Makes your pussy hurt
You gotta take those bad feelings
And you gotta toss 'em
Don't be a little bitch
Just be a lotta awesome
Just be a, a fire breather
Never be a quitter
Motivate yourself to try to work
Hard and get bigger
Be a flame thrower, big flame spitter
Run up on your enemies
Your finger on the trigger
You need that motivation
That shit is missing
Kid you ain't motivated
Feel like you slippin'
But fuck it, go get naked
Walk into the kitchen
Find an electrical socket, homie
And stick your dick in
Get excited, so fuckin' pumped, wow
Say "it's my big dick, i wanna fuck now!"
Fuck yo enemies, they ain't as bad as you
PMA, Pussy Massacring Attitude
Do some push-ups, do a couple hunnid
Pick a fuckin' labradoodle puppy
Up and pun it
Do a shot of whiskey, make a blackin' tan
Walk in bank of America
With your gat in hand
Bang! Now listen, lady
You run a fuckin' cupcake business
I ain't tryna grind y'all out
But you got anotha bitch that
Runs a cupcake business
As competition? Cut her fuckin' eyeballs out