Fire Fuh' Yuh' Slimes

Yea you feel dat
I'm untouchable like a minor
A period dot told me slow down
Get behind me
I don't talk out my neck
Mute cuz mucus sinus
I speak from a fire fire
And y'all rappers getting fired
Bout to clock in on these nighas
You on the couch looking tired
Cause you tired nigha yea
Before I take over the west
Fools running the town
Wild Wild West
Demons run y'all soul nigha
I ain't gotta guess nigha
I got The LORD
Y'all better have a vest nigha
Like that young boy nigha
Two breast nigha
Seen it baphoment bow
Get him stretched nigha lay down
Fire fall down make some wax out one
That's a bond fire
Audience going crazy
While I clap one
Kicking pros out the game
While I draft one
Punchlines punching them all z's nap some
I'm seeing funerals sheesh dead ones
Tryna make a flower bed out something yea
I'm the bold one
I ain't begging for nothing
Might pray for a earthquake
Shake the coast or something
Iceberg sinking these titanics
Shaking the coasters up
A christian came in the game
Shook the culture up

Yea yea yea yea yea yea who want it
Fire in my right hand
I might burn up my opponents
Dancing on these nighas
While I'm recording in the moment
Dancing on these nighas
Bout to go read bout the atonement
Prince outlived mic
Frankie outlived them all
I'm amazing on these nighas
While I'm Maze'n through em all
How these nighas kings
They ain't got no oil
Only a few chosen
Ring many are called

What these nighas sipping ink
They must be the gulf gawf golf
Dumping on these nighas
Y'all ga need a million stalls
Everytime I see you nighas
I'm throwing y'all fall
I'm a living lion
Not a dead dog
Had to step on the scene
Clear the fog
Steam coming out my body
Shhh while I draw
These rappers scared
Pooing on they self clean y'all drawers
I'll leave y'all Smokey like on Friday
Drink this straw nighas yea yea
City of the fallen angels sheesh
I know The Angel of The LORD
Y'all keep playing with
What is dangerous yea
Y'all about to get destroyed yea
I'm like Jonah out a fish swish swish yea
If y'all run up ust ust mix mix yea
Have y'all blind like them boys in sodom
Spot em got em
Y'all bottoms ga meet the bottom sheesh
Say bye to them
Ain't no tryin Hymm
Ain't not trying me
Fire'll kill a Ken
I'm like Elijah on the beat
Fire for your friends
Y'all don't want no beef
I'll fire y'all & feed yuh Kin Ken
I ain't just talking
Dreams hotter than pits
A wall of fire behind me
That's seated like a fence
The Kingdom is near
I hope y'all repent sheesh
No writing all off the top spit
What's that a hour
That's about a hour
I been up in yuh ya heard me
I gotta go back paint
Yea you know what the business is man
Don't play you play you getting
Scorched like fillet