Fire Breather

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Bar spitter', fire breather, I'm a lion eater You a gazelle and I'm a cheetah
Everything I cheat for seedless I ain't got no weakness
Beat the beat to a bloody pulp I'm the Pope in brand new Jordan sneakers
I of course go deeper, iron horse I'm like Cerebro

No remorse, show up at your funeral, snort a line
And I leave bullet holes, they ain't cryin' cause they ain't breathin' no more
Got a girl, well I pull that hoe With a wink and nod
And some McDonald's With a condom on anaconda out

And it ain't no shame cause we all adults, but you smiling for
Leave your body in a pile of coal and I burn your clothes
With a needle in your arms, so the shit just look like another overdose
Spread luminol and the whole room glow Feds on me but they move too slow

Red on me but it ain't my blood Show up with a whole lot of hoes in tow
Grew up  at the bottom of the totem pole Where they roam like wolves and their hearts
Stay cold, cold, cold Bone breaker, thorn taker, smoke an acre
You a monster, I'm a minister I'm Beethoven on Adderall, you Paula Abdul

On fentanyl I'm the king beside Cleopatra
A ghost from the head after abortion, no I'm not kidding
The jagged edge on a dagger, force it in your kidney
I'm smoking more than a chimney I'm off of more than just whiskey

Pot I smoke is sticky, wood chipper  for those who tempt me
Conceived the beast's belly, I'm DMX in belly
All my resources are dirty, all my reflexes are deadly
Make em' beg for mercy, I am strapped up like a car seat

No surrender, no retreat, warming like a climate
The heat make them speak nervously, the bars I spit are gnarly
Old school Charles Barkley, the rock never get far from me
Your girl weave look horribly, wife is trying to corner me

I'm telling her I don't go on dates, you're hustling and her look correlate
Shotgun in a foreign whip, leave a wake of carnage
Some cartilage for the garnish, dead body's on the corner
Next kin at the corners, morning you tell morning

Normally they be in ID, but I ain't for the cornea
They dance like Don Cornelius when they Sol is about the helium
Sophisticated criminal, mine is shit subliminal
What's up, I'm 10, I'm Gillian, I'm at the table, Deal me in

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