Fire Prof (Ft. St. Paul Slim)

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[Verse 1]
Fourteen shotguns, a bottle of booze
Pickle in the middle, ain't no time to lose
I got a mean bitch over on the side with the crew
So if your girl talkin' shit, she can get get some too
And when your flow goes like a faucet
Often, it's so easy I'm nauseous
I need it hot, when will they learn?
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn!
So there's a great white hype out the south side
Moby Dick MC, got your mouth wide
And can I formally make an apology?
On behalf of rap, it's wack, honestly
Compare me to an air fleet
Dazzling air speed
Kill care free in my bare feet
I relax and take a deep breath
May the whole world crumble, you are on my steps

[Hook]
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow
I'm gonna see you tomorrow
Fire!
And I'm gonna see you tomorrow
I'm gonna see you tomorrow

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