KayR - On Fire lyrics

[Verse 1] Causing more harm and drama than a bomb in a busy sauna Sipping an Arnold Palmer in the corner with your mama See I'm over all like a normal farmer's armor Flow sharper than arms in the palms of Jeffery Dahmer I'm lava. Holy f**, like ma**es on a mattress Spitting tracks that get met with claps and ma**ive gasps it's Pa**ive? The dashboard smashed and gas is in the gashes Car crash flow, I'm a blow. Where the matches? (Where the matches?) (W-w-where the matches?) (Where the matches?) (I'm a blow. Where the matches?) [Hook] And they say I'm on fire with it Yeah, I smoke. But I don't get higher with it Spit fire 'til it looks like a pyre with it Flames. Flames. I'm on fire with it Yeah, ugh, I be burning up Scorching and torching 'em homie, you should turn it up I ain't a pro yet, but I ain't a beginner That's why the rap game's getting left in cinders [Verse 2] Scorching and torching up your porch to your front door Poaching for some music. You only know four chords I'm forcing these wars to stop with their toy swords No ignoring. I be boring some holes through floor boards Yo, give me that recognition Cause I be burning gas these other wacks got wrecked ignitions You can check the frames like you wrecked your vision I be burning bright. Blinding like your retina's missing Sizzling, searing 'em with that molten lava Hoping java'll devour their need to be cowards Wake up! Don't be scared of my music The only reason to be fearing is if you abuse it Yes I use it to trailblaze my city You failed lames ain't witty You getting shamed with pitty You repping lames that's silly I'm telling them I'm gritty My tracks are so hot they burn themselves to a CD [Hook] [Verse 3] Spit entire balls of fire at these phony liars Ripping wires from their webs now they're just lonely spiders Only writers that match me are homies. I'd've Thought y'all had been scorched trying to clone the lighters Char you to cinders, blast you to ashes Taking heat from the sun like the back of a cactus Got her back on the mattress, I'm packing the madness I'm slamming the game with heavy hits like smacking the fat kids Leave it in cinders, I bend the beginning sinners Befriend all the trendy winners and pretend they are my dinner Munch on 'em, with a sick beat Crunch on 'em, extra crispy And they're six feet. No, that's wrong I had them cremated with my blowtorch tongue Forth course? Done. Man I promise you I'll eat any hater I can barbeque I be carving through a crowd with carbon fuel around My body you can say I'm Johnny Storming through So here I come. Man, somebody call the circus I'm a fire spitter, and that's just perfect Now my work is burning up the dirt it's 'Bout to set it off. I hope you know it's going to hurt kids So say your prayers, and learn to take the pain brah Cause I'm 'bout to burn the whole rap game up (Burn the whole rap game up) (B-b-burn the whole rap game up) (Burn the whole rap game up) (Cause I'm 'bout to burn the whole rap game up)