Blue Flame
Shwabadi; Ty Wild
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Burn the fucking system to the ground, ay
I got killers 'round me
Drowning in the sin of where they found me
Ay! Ay! Melting down their crowns
Burn the fucking system to the ground
Look! Infernal
Big fucking heater with a thermal
Bare scars way more than external
Blue Flames leave you with a fucked up epidermal
This ain't the boy you should meddle with
Rin Okumura, flames on me, I'm devilish
They pulled the metal, shit
I get to heating
And they get to squealing
Something like a kettle, bitch
Do this so effortless
Leatherface, killer intent
Metal rings, rounds piercing yo body
Shot his brain, Nomu, it stuck out his head
Two Faced? Burn him, he build like he Dent
I been with the shits, yeah
When I'm present, they mental like Jin's, man
Thinking Twice, bringing death for thrill, man
We alike do I let 'em live? Let 'em die? Indecisive
Fickle minded with a nasty obsession
Don't ask any questions
Leaving these folks with a lasting impression
Heads flamed and holey, a match made in heaven
I got these murderous eyes
Flaming your dawgs, watch how Cerberus dies
Hurt and demise
Talking their virtual lies
Upping the K to these virtuous guys
You heard of me, I'm a cold hearted killer
Told y'all chill or you finna get burnt up
Forty getchu lit like you been turnt up
Begging for ya life, as if it's worth sum
But naw tho
Pump shotty gon' tear 'em up
Y'all terrified
Tearing up and crying
Don't fuck with Wild, bro
Fuck the Five-O
Fuck it, I'm gonna
Burn the fucking system to the ground, ay
I got killers 'round me
Drowning in the sin of where they found me
Ay! Ay! Melting down their crowns
Burn the fucking system to the ground
It ain't ever sweet when son pops the burner
Homegirl masked up, never caught for murder
Y'all Todoroki fire, got lots to learn
You not hot with the heater if it's not for burnin'
Blood-thirsting, leave a Stain when I'm hittin' a lick
You thugs certain we the same
Well, I'm giving 'em stitches, then
Different specimen
Coldest to the core
More lit than the rest of them
Green on their head got them
Trippin' like they hittin' some bud for the green
I lit 'em up like I hit up the plug
You bruised blue, leaking red
You a crip or a blood
My homie got hands for you
We be getting you touched
Now fakes stay decaying
They taking fades
Swing razor blades
May shave ya face, the blue blitz 'em
Got me a hotter flame than the greatest
I'm too gifted
Chopper like operating a crane
The tool lift 'em, bitch
Crew twisted as Ampersands
I call the Piece Black Betty when it Bam-a-Lam
They see me and pray fast, Ramadan
Horikoshi chopper write you out the canon, man
Dripping, aiming two sticks like a Dowsing Rod
Get your clique lit, like they hit a round of shots
They think they found their god, I'm Jehova
Kids think they heroes cause of high school diplomas
It's arson with the arsenal, it's aiming at posers
It ain't arsenal, but Arsène when I'm flaming you Jokers
Y'all are faking Personas, all bootlegs, who's next
Breaking fool's necks and I'ma savour the moment
I've been taking control of you lames
Crew been swerving all over new lakes
Blood drips slip from the eye
Don't cry when I cauterise with Blue Flame, ah