Danger Zone
Burnin mystic funk as I get lost in the bump
Suicidal time is vital squashed like a bug if you mockin my idol
I don't know, I don't know, drench my thoughts in alcohol
My lust for power takes ahold, and then I step into my mode
It's fuck the world
No friendly shit
2 middle fingers for ya click
You run yo mouth I bust yo lip
You acting slick I break you quick
You pussy hoe, whatcha wanna go
Do not tempt the beast cause the devil will know
You claiming the six then it better well show
You pretty boy bitches won't make it below
They hate the truth, they fear the real
Please won't you tell me why you are so trill
Please won't you show how you are so tuff
These bustas act ruff but they gettin stuck up
Yes they easily bucked
Think you know the game
Get some plays then start to change
Baker ain't no fuckin lame
I saw through your whole image mane
I slay my foes with cryptic flows
My lyrics hit ya like some blows
Come from the depths my tactics cold
Was raised by hate, it's what rotted my soul
Labeled worthless taking life for granted
Smoking sticks of death
Could give a damn about this planet
Burn it till there's nothing left
Suicidal time is vital squashed like a bug if you mockin my idol
I don't know, I don't know, drench my thoughts in alcohol
My lust for power takes ahold, and then I step into my mode
It's fuck the world
No friendly shit
2 middle fingers for ya click
You run yo mouth I bust yo lip
You acting slick I break you quick
You pussy hoe, whatcha wanna go
Do not tempt the beast cause the devil will know
You claiming the six then it better well show
You pretty boy bitches won't make it below
They hate the truth, they fear the real
Please won't you tell me why you are so trill
Please won't you show how you are so tuff
These bustas act ruff but they gettin stuck up
Yes they easily bucked
Think you know the game
Get some plays then start to change
Baker ain't no fuckin lame
I saw through your whole image mane
I slay my foes with cryptic flows
My lyrics hit ya like some blows
Come from the depths my tactics cold
Was raised by hate, it's what rotted my soul
Labeled worthless taking life for granted
Smoking sticks of death
Could give a damn about this planet
Burn it till there's nothing left
Credits
Writer(s): Giorgio Moroder, Tom Whitlock, Kenny Loggins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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