Slaine, Chilla Jones, Amadeus The Stampede - Burn lyrics
[Slaine, Chilla Jones, Amadeus The Stampede - Burn lyrics]
I like playing with fire, man
We'll let the world burn
Through the eyes of the rebel, the terrible
The turbulent treble
The words of the devil, they ain't shit
The world is a pebble
God isn't coming, it's all
Lies, Heaven's a myth, kid
I wipe you off the Earth
Like you never existed
Gifted, lifted, minding his own, dawg
I could scare your whole clique
Off with a phone call
I got my own words, accent, my own drawl
I got bulletproof lungs and
Some chrome drawers
I got a pill full of Heaven and Hell
Mescaline dreams
I'm high but you never can tell
I got friends doing time
Locked in federal jail
And a million predators who all
Said I would fail I don't spark beef
I stash burners under the car seat
Fuck swimming with 'em
I gotta wipe my chin from the shark meat
I'm gassed up from white
Women and dark freaks
And I don't need no motherfucking
Engine to stop me, nah
I'ma make it burn i'ma make it burn
Burn burn
Confront kings, kill you with the drum
Lil' bitch one, two, spit
Something I could gun you with
Once you bit by a zombie that's um too quick
My cannon is loose, unorthodox confusions
Spark the flint, oh we goin' start some shit
Amadeus, I beg your pardon, bitch
Yeah, this beat the hardest bit
Chemical imbalance
Terrible with talent, no one dark as this
Coffins and graves, big Slaine
The Boston brigade so often we blaze
Never getting Am's to behave
No control, overdose, hold the smoke
Blow and choke i can hear 'em calling
I ain't falling for the okey doke
'Til the death of him
Setting fire to Bethlehem
Full of testosterone
Surrounded by the estrogen
Get your next of kin
Circumcize 'em like some extra skin
I'll burn this motherfucker down
Before I'm exiting
I'ma make it burn i'ma make it burn
Burn burn
Light the fire that aspires to desire
Inside of the tires underneath the
Nascar driver before a crash
Due to these fraud liars
Now I keep my god higher than God's choir
My bars fry ya
Proper, sharper than barbed wire on
A chain link fence i'm trynna make sense of
While my brain thinks
But, I panic all frantic 'cause I'm manic
Hard as granite
Granted I've been through a lot, damnit
So how could I not plan it to
Be on top of the planet one way or another
Someday you'll understand it
But for now, it's just me (Trust me)
Nobody can touch me
These clowns animated like Krusty
I'ma make it burn i'ma make it burn
Burn burn
We'll let the world burn
Through the eyes of the rebel, the terrible
The turbulent treble
The words of the devil, they ain't shit
The world is a pebble
God isn't coming, it's all
Lies, Heaven's a myth, kid
I wipe you off the Earth
Like you never existed
Gifted, lifted, minding his own, dawg
I could scare your whole clique
Off with a phone call
I got my own words, accent, my own drawl
I got bulletproof lungs and
Some chrome drawers
I got a pill full of Heaven and Hell
Mescaline dreams
I'm high but you never can tell
I got friends doing time
Locked in federal jail
And a million predators who all
Said I would fail I don't spark beef
I stash burners under the car seat
Fuck swimming with 'em
I gotta wipe my chin from the shark meat
I'm gassed up from white
Women and dark freaks
And I don't need no motherfucking
Engine to stop me, nah
I'ma make it burn i'ma make it burn
Burn burn
Confront kings, kill you with the drum
Lil' bitch one, two, spit
Something I could gun you with
Once you bit by a zombie that's um too quick
My cannon is loose, unorthodox confusions
Spark the flint, oh we goin' start some shit
Amadeus, I beg your pardon, bitch
Yeah, this beat the hardest bit
Chemical imbalance
Terrible with talent, no one dark as this
Coffins and graves, big Slaine
The Boston brigade so often we blaze
Never getting Am's to behave
No control, overdose, hold the smoke
Blow and choke i can hear 'em calling
I ain't falling for the okey doke
'Til the death of him
Setting fire to Bethlehem
Full of testosterone
Surrounded by the estrogen
Get your next of kin
Circumcize 'em like some extra skin
I'll burn this motherfucker down
Before I'm exiting
I'ma make it burn i'ma make it burn
Burn burn
Light the fire that aspires to desire
Inside of the tires underneath the
Nascar driver before a crash
Due to these fraud liars
Now I keep my god higher than God's choir
My bars fry ya
Proper, sharper than barbed wire on
A chain link fence i'm trynna make sense of
While my brain thinks
But, I panic all frantic 'cause I'm manic
Hard as granite
Granted I've been through a lot, damnit
So how could I not plan it to
Be on top of the planet one way or another
Someday you'll understand it
But for now, it's just me (Trust me)
Nobody can touch me
These clowns animated like Krusty
I'ma make it burn i'ma make it burn
Burn burn