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Royce Da 5’9” – On Fire Lyrics

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