Jeff Ba** - Pa** Me a Lighter lyrics

[Verse 1] I got to be bout the meanest ever You defeat me never I was born dead! Fat n***a with horns in his head Calls himself the east side King! He breathes lightning! You can see electrical currents when he's rhyming Skin made of Teflon, he don't need no vest on He proceeds to get blown, when he bleeds the sh**s chrome! He ain't a human being. Wait till you see him He's a true demon He uses trees To defecate on loose-leaf A ghetto legend came out the womb at 11 With the face of a felon, but a face like a meteor hit him A Detroit icon! With a stomach made of pistols, eye of tiger, heart of lion The ghetto messiah! It's on forever 1877, more calm then ya! Never knew the east side, he would have to run Calm like a thief in the night with a mask and a gun [Hook] Ohh... somebody pa** me a lighter (Well) Oh won't you please light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why!) So I can get high and start spittin the fire (Aw, Gordy!) Let these n***as know why they call you 'siah [Verse 2] Lyrics comin with the strength of ten men Not even with titanium bones, I'll end them I'm stopping his men, now he's breathin slowly I hope he don't pee On himself when I'm rhymin his legs and break one knee A verbal arsonist, my verse it too hot to spit Burning off all your skin, murder your ligaments Why do they call me King? I ain't self proclaimed These eyes saw a whole lot of n***as die cause they felt the flame Think I'm talkin just to hear my motherf**ing self talk? I am to the east side what Biggie was to New York Hope I'm lyrically uplifting ya when I'm dropping this Stay humble, never arrogant. Just confident I just want Detroit to love me, oh I cry for you I looked out yelling your name, ready to die for you I just want to puff a blunt, oh just for you Oh Detroit, I love you so (Oh! Well....) [Hook] Ohh... somebody pa** me a lighter Oh won't you please light this blunt up for me. (Tell 'em why!) So I can get high and start spittin the fire. (Aw, Gordy!) Let these n***as know why they call you 'siah [Verse 3] I got the scripture of a king, paint the perfect picture A worthless n***a Peseants, bow down to my presence With these two braids sticking up In case you were wondering "Why in the f** Does he have the two braids sticking up?" Drinkin gin outta a a tenth-century English cup f** shootin - tou cross me, your head's bein cut (Off wit his head!) My cape is from an African lion eye, from a sacred African tribe They'll prasie me after I die! Forty eight frames made from an elephant's tusk Motor gauges on like the president or something Old people lookin like, I know he said something But go and let him do his thing He's the east side's king Please don't try to do it people, boy this guys out of it Please don't try to do it people, oh this guys out of it! Well, don't try to interview him, oh this guys out of it! Only thing he's gonna scream is (well, well, well, well) [Hook] Ohh... somebody pa** me a lighter Oh won't you please light this blunt up for me (Tell 'em why!) So I can get high and start spittin the fire (Aw, Gordy!) Let these n***as know why they call you 'siah