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white fire (rap god cover) - white fire lyrics

[hook 1:]

didn’t i tell you my name was white fire
get stunned by my flow like i turned the light brighter
listen to it i’m a g*nius rhyme writer
if you can’t see what i’m givin you open your eyes wider

[bridge 1:]

well if you’re eyes weren’t blocked by c-ck
or maybe its cause i’m comin at you mother f-ckin’ f-gs at light speed

[verse 1:]

with a slight lead
i’m fighting but i might bleed
i do this sh-t in my sleep
i’m a viking bow to thy king
why you trying
you know when i start rhyming
the vicinity of seventeen ent-ties even the enemies that are sent to me will start dying
who woulda thought this white minor
would k!ll everybody like mike myers
can’t stand on my own like a bike tire
that’s why i got this raise the mic higher
tryna diss me make the rhymes prior
to the battle because mines tighter
better plan out them rap lines or
get struck by the white fire
get struck like lightning i’m a sick god
haters wanna sit there and call me rip off
and everybody think that i get p-ssed off
but look at my shoulder yea that sh-ts gone
just take the middle finger that you use to flip off
put it to your shoulder and wipe the chip off
then point it in the air like it’s finna lift off
now shove it up your -ss little b-tch get gone

[hook 2:]

didn’t i tell you my name was white fire
get stunned by my flow like i turned the light brighter
listen to it i’m a g*nius rhyme writer
i am doin this sh-t solo like i’m in a tie fighter

[bridge 2:]

i’m starting to think that family’s a fantasy god handed me

[verse 2:]

got n-body by my side no more
man i don’t know
what the f-ck is going on i’m not the one they like no more
everybody used to be cool stick my d-ck inside a hoe
if i f-ck her right she goes “bhewt bhewt” but she like it tho
yea where’d that white kid go
to be honest i don’t know why i was so
popular i mean i never tried at all
i don’t even give full effort when i even write a song
never gave 100 but if i did my mic would go
i’m sick of the players
that think that they greater
that switch into traitors
i’m flippin the paper
i’m givin these haters
and b-tches a favor
go sit in a gator pit
you ain’t my favorite
you’re just another b-tch
that’s tryna suck a d-ck
with a pair of oven mitts
and i’m makin fun of it
i swear that i’m done with it
you think that i’m lovin it?
call me the government cuz
i don’t give a f-ckin sh-t
yea i don’t give a f-ckin sh-t
drop my mix-tape then put on eminem and start b-mpin it
no f-cks gave
bout what you say
or who you are it sucks but hey
you didn’t care two days ago
now you do cuz my payment so
just face it hoe
you only care that i am actually making dough
i guess it’s just the way it goes
but i am not famous tho
i’m not been played on the radio
but i got fans like bas-m-nt mold

[hook 3:]

didn’t i tell you my name was white fire
when you’ve hit rock bottom you can only f-ckin climb higher
so its back to the good ole days when my name was ghostboy
hoes show up as i step out the rolls royce
like oh boy

[bridge 3:]

lo entiendes puta? or do i gotta say it in a slow voice

[verse 3:]

i’m multi lingual yo call me marna davis
she’s the new celebrity b-tch ha so park your -n-s
she the lemon to ade
the seven to the eight
and the art to the paintbrush
she the sweet to the tea
honey to the bee
just to start with the basis
now continuing on lets see we got kynze loper
she used to be a sc-mbag but now a like bunch of people know her
she’s held more b-lls and fingered more holes than a six league bowler
plus she’s blown so much… way more than a big leaf blower
i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to diss her this much its just so godd-mn easy
guaranteed she
feels the same when she sees me
so i don’t even see the
difference in speaking
my side and not what she sees
she’s a different species
she s l u t t
y dont she see what we see
just make like a godd-mn tree please
and just start f-ckin leaving
make like hockey and get the puck out
make like a t-rd and just b-tt out
nah that sh-t was cheesy
nah they “grate” but see these
metaphors i drop like feces
out my mouth onto cd’s
oh sh-t would you look at that
(fart noise)
ha it looks like kynse
its funny you look like trash and n-body will take you out
sh-t it smells like bacon now
cuz you pulled your panties down
let your saggy vj out
and it hits the floor and shakes the house
why the f-ck you take it out
it caused seven earthquakes now
three tsunamis no evacuation n-body made it out
look at you all nicely dressed
your thighs and chest tightly press
your nike vest i might’ve guessed
your tryna get every guy in bed
i’m sorry to say your life’s a mess
you cry depressed you’re slightly stressed
but i guess you’re not like the rest cause
you’ve screwed more people than the irs
but like it’s any of my business lyrics comin’ at you at supersonic speed
uhhhhhh wetta wetta wetta i’m a better contender
but an amateur i said that i damage your settler
inventor let your girlfriend sendin’ a letter
get the center of attention
wasn’t my intention
to settle down settler can i get credit for
cheddar shredder that i sent her to offend her
make your head spin with ten cents from the tension of the sentence did i mention
never been or felt sicker than i do right now
never will i ever ever put the mic down
imma always raise it up like my left eyebrow
like talkin to a meth head better “pipe down”
its time now for the fight bout turn the lights out
finna cringe more than amy winehouse singin back to black in the white house
like how do i write down them rhymes wow
you’re so cool take that into consideration
facilitation
you think you cool you really ain’t sh-t
debilitate you and obliterate sh-t
integrate words and incinerate rhymes
i swear this song has too many lines
i’m stuck behind bars with so many sentences
but i promise i didn’t commit any crimes
and i promise forevermore
my metaphors will end the world
knockin on heaven’s doors
like skeletor with devil horns
that settle for seven dwarves
put em all on a leather horse
tape it to a cannon ball light the fuse and let it go
(bshew)
stick em inside of a cigarette lighter
figure i’d try to trigger the fire
so i flick it then i’mma stick a v-g-n-
on a d-ck and then i’mma start rippin it wider
why am i d-ck when i write sh-t
why do my rhymes have to be like this
i guess i got the touch of the midas
touch of a god and a touch of arthritis
a little hint of sk!ll and a
touch of boss -ss mother f-ckin lyrical rhymist
i spit rhymes but with every sentence
i’m feeding you lies like hillary clinton
don’t try to disguise i’m feeling your presence
i may be in last but still i be winnin
trying to overcome adversity
but my pen and pad keeps urging me
to murder these words and beats
its a third degree emergency
i feel like i’m stuck in a moldy cell
with a pen with a pad with the holy grail
with words and rhymes as the only smell
i’m trying to ring this broken bell
lemme tell y’all about a spoken tale
remember when you told me to go to h-ll
ghostboy when i had everything but the fame
went to h-ll and came back now what’s my name?

- white fire lyrics

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