[Verse 1]

Causing more harm and drama than a bomb in a busy sauna

Sipping an Arnold Palmer in the corner with your mama

See I'm over all like a normal farmer's armor

Flow sharper than arms in the palms of Jeffery Dahmer

I'm lava. Holy fuck, like masses on a mattress

Spitting tracks that get met with claps and massive gasps it's

Passive? The dashboard smashed and gas is in the gashes

Car crash flow, I'm a blow. Where the matches?

(Where the matches?)

(W-w-where the matches?)

(Where the matches?)

(I'm a blow. Where the matches?)

[Hook]

And they say I'm on fire with it

Yeah, I smoke. But I don't get higher with it

Spit fire 'til it looks like a pyre with it

Flames. Flames. I'm on fire with it

Yeah, ugh, I be burning up

Scorching and torching 'em homie, you should turn it up

I ain't a pro yet, but I ain't a beginner

That's why the rap game's getting left in cinders

[Verse 2]

Scorching and torching up your porch to your front door

Poaching for some music. You only know four chords

I'm forcing these wars to stop with their toy swords

No ignoring. I be boring some holes through floor boards

Yo, give me that recognition

Cause I be burning gas these other wacks got wrecked ignitions

You can check the frames like you wrecked your vision

I be burning bright. Blinding like your retina's missing

Sizzling, searing 'em with that molten lava

Hoping java'll devour their need to be cowards

Wake up! Don't be scared of my music

The only reason to be fearing is if you abuse it

Yes I use it to trailblaze my city

You failed lames ain't witty

You getting shamed with pitty

You repping lames that's silly

I'm telling them I'm gritty

My tracks are so hot they burn themselves to a CD

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Spit entire balls of fire at these phony liars

Ripping wires from their webs now they're just lonely spiders

Only writers that match me are homies. I'd've

Thought y'all had been scorched trying to clone the lighters

Char you to cinders, blast you to ashes

Taking heat from the sun like the back of a cactus

Got her back on the mattress, I'm packing the madness

I'm slamming the game with heavy hits like smacking the fat kids

Leave it in cinders, I bend the beginning sinners

Befriend all the trendy winners and pretend they are my dinner

Munch on 'em, with a sick beat

Crunch on 'em, extra crispy

And they're six feet. No, that's wrong

I had them cremated with my blowtorch tongue

Forth course? Done. Man I promise you

I'll eat any hater I can barbeque

I be carving through a crowd with carbon fuel around

My body you can say I'm Johnny Storming through

So here I come. Man, somebody call the circus

I'm a fire spitter, and that's just perfect

Now my work is burning up the dirt it's

'Bout to set it off. I hope you know it's going to hurt kids

So say your prayers, and learn to take the pain brah

Cause I'm 'bout to burn the whole rap game up

(Burn the whole rap game up)

(B-b-burn the whole rap game up)

(Burn the whole rap game up)

(Cause I'm 'bout to burn the whole rap game up)