House Fire Bars

Blast, Spitfire over Dunkirk
Nah up the ante much worse
Like wyvern lash out tongue burn
Or fucking cannon slug burst
The crew wants to get hyper
But nigga I can son you on the side like a budding hydra
Been raw since back when mad skets bought dope weighed
And my ex done bought the low grade cocaine? I just drank OJ
And let my jagged wicked stream-of-consciousness rhythms
Beat your face and have you bowing to a dominant written
Blast, that raw vocal on the mic diaphragm
Blast, DePaul broke ya rhyme to pieces lying scant
Blast, my god I told ya I could beat all types of Stans
Blast, hope y'all brought a vital need to die at hand
Listen
Wannabe miyagis wanna wax poetic, get off
Latch on a track magnetic - I sic dogs
Klaxon blast your message, is it hard?
If not, Orlok attack your neck and rip raw
Protect like Wu posse cuts
Who body us? Kicking flavor, hoo Badia's
You just commentary like Funaki bruv
Swimming through that deep blue náutica
You gotta cut that shit out and be mild
You ain't child of Belial
You just smile and seem mild
I go sonic and seem Guile when I go rhyme in freestyle
You hematophagous lecher, yo we should properly test ya
Unleash that ominous presence and breach the spot with the pressure
You seek a spot for the treasure where mi carotid be present like it's been crossed with the x
And then bite bite bite you leech off me
That's why I ride lonely probably
Unless the right people on me
No more vampires, be off me