Royce Da 5’9” – On Fire Lyrics

– I V-8 juice your f**king team up! – My right jabs on the right track
It’ll slide you sideways go get your ice pack. – That means you ain’t seeing the big picture
I find irony in being the headed rapper decapitating
I’ll get Rihanna on a track and won’t even rap on it. With a mechanical trap jaw – highly flammable [dogs growing]
Soon as this cannibal track yawn
I split your cantaloupe, Hannibal Lechter with a hacksaw. All brand new 50’s teeth! – Nah, nigga was never scared
Sleeping on Elm’s Street if somebody tell me Freddy there. She get wet now I’m folding paper (paper!) that’s slimy tsunami and origami. [gunshot]
Catch you boy on planet COB,
Go f**k yourself give your hand a job! [shot]
[Crooked I:]
This is true! (come on!)
Why you acting? (yeah!)
Yes! }
Okay! [scream]
You f**king screamer – later with your tough demeanour
Ya fruit! [scream]
It’s so cool! I’m felt there! Militant mind state and the villains concealing the 9 wait. I ain’t play gorilla I’m a real as the crime rate. – I put your thoughts on your broad. – You facades
Piss me off! {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! (whooo!)
I’m walking on water and Moses and over sandals,
Giving boxers is the opposite of going commando! Got the bullets looping I pull it the clip repeats – WITHOUT THE DJ! – Nickel 9 and Crooked I’s on fire…
[Outro: Royce Da 5’9″]
That’s right! It’s what the game been talkin’…
SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! [scream] I’d rather be known for felonious ratchet waving. She’s your wife she just my concubine’n
She like to holla Ryan whilst I’m behind it like she my momma mind it. What we have here? [gunshot]
Y’all at the movies wearing blindfolds
Get, it? Just let her moan to the song whilst I’m masturbating
You the best rapper? [scream]
Go in the zone till I’m outside of my body
Your body get outlined in white powder when bullets [gunshot] come outside of the shotty. [shot]
That’s what the fights bought, big, punch your lights out
Go pay your utility bill get your sight back. What we have here? {Whooooooooooooooooooooo}
[Royce Da 5’9″:]
I got a big dick, bitch! (EM: Whoo! Friday the 13th? [beat stops] [gunshot] [rewind] – It’s a zoo! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! (EM: Whoo Whoo!)
I’m high feeling like I should be higher,
I ride like Michael Myers, wire ride like a bike with no tires! – It’s the name on the card to my health care. I pull buttons and press levers
I’m backwards as a dyslexd letter, jet setter – etcetera! Give me 50 feet! I got more gunshots in the Glock – than Whoo Kid got [gunshot] in that instant replay. Like Nikel 9’s brother – the kids Vishis
I own half a beauty salon so you know I’m with splitting the wig business. – You and your clique gettin’ with this. Whattup B-Luv? – ‘Bout to stick my dick in, the hole
In the handle, how you gon’ walk [gunshot] a mile in my shoes? – I rap raw! Than {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You stupider than Muslims looking for gifts on Christmas. I’m from the metropolitan [blast] rock bottom, if I spot ’em, I got ’em! Ooo, you thought that was a diss to Fif’? – [? After my snake charm her! It’s what the game been talkin’…
SLAUGHTERHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! } [scratches]
[Intro: Crooked I]
Okay! I’m hard! ] is my handle! [Vincent Price laughs] (yeah!)
See I’m a whole ‘nother animal! You feeling it? }
Clip-out! She wanted to swallow when I shot it – but that’s not my problem. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! WHATTA f**k? {BRING IT BACK! (whooo!)
‘Bout big business,
Slaughterhouse! – That ain’t no punchline, I just a got big dick, bitch! (ha!)
Try to hide in your hotel I’ll Al-Qauda
Your lobby then I’ll smile at your hotty. Detroit city? !)
No case to fight with no priors
Say good night! [scream]
Willing to get more physical than the lacrosse team
Blunt so big look like we just rolled up the swamp thing! Hell yeah! ROYCE DA 5’9”On Fire Lyrics
[Intro: Crooked I]
Okay! Homie congratulations! [Tarzan shouts] (EM: Whoo!)
Put a ride on my side like Clyde riding with Bonnie
Check out the way I pimp mommy! (huh?)
All I got is a bunch of weaponry everywhere
When I was a kid I used to machete my teddy bear. I’m hot as West weather when you dressed in your sweater vest and you best leather. }
What? Leave a brain elsewhere! I’m fly! [gunshot]
I’m chilling with primates, I’m a fool! – The best ever! (pop, pop, pop, pop!) You deep, we deeper
But we married to these streets but – we don’t jump brooms we just carry street sweepers! [Tarzan shouts]
That’s right; I put a bunch of boxers on your ass, boy!