FUCK WIT THIS
CHORUS: YOU FUCK WIT THIS THEN YOU FUCK WIT
THAT, YO YOU FUCK WIT BLAZE THEN YOU FUCK WIT
GAT, YOU FUCK WIT THIS THEN YOU FUCK WIT
EVERYONE, YO YOU FUCK WIT BLAZE N YOU'LL GET
FUCKED WIT EVERY GUN
YOU FUCK WIT ONE YOU GET THE WHOLE FUCKIN
PACK/ WE SOLDIAZ HEADIN INTO WAR AND I'LL BE
LEADIN US BACK/ SERGENT BLOOD HOUND THE
CULPRIT MAKE YOU PAY FOR YOUR INVOLVEMENT/
YOU THINK THAT WAS SOMETHIN SON WELL THAT WAS
JUST YOUR FIRST INSTALLMENT/ YOU GOTTA
PROBLEM WIT BLAZE WELL THEN I GUESS I GOTTA
SOLVE IT/ LIKE A SOLVENT I DISSOLVE, SO WHEN
YOU US DOGGS POINT YOU KNOW WE BOUT TO MAUL
IT/ FUCKIN FAG THINKIN YOU THUG BUT YOU AINT
NUTTIN BUT A GUPPY/ WANNA RUN WITH US DOGGS
BUT YOUR WHOLE CREW IS PUPPIES/ SO HUSH PUPPY
LIKE JOHN SILVER'S SILVER STUCK IN YOUR TANK/
I'LL MAKE YOUR FAKE ASS WALK THE PLANK/ WE
TRU PIRATES YOU JUST PHONIES ASKIN WHY YOUR
SHIP SANK/ WELL YOUR CREW NEEDS DEDICATION TO
DEFEND OUR DECIMATION/ CUZ IT'S BLAZE N
TRIPLE THREAT IN THE POCKET ROCKET STATION/
START TO SCREAM OBSECENE AT ME BLOW YOUR CREW
TO SMITHERINES/ YOUR BLOOD BE SPREAD ACROSS
THE GREAT STATES STRAIGHT FROM HERE TO
QUEENS/I'M RIPPIN YOU TO SHREADS LIKE A
DICER, COULDNT BEEN NICER/ FAST ATTACKS WITH
A KNIFER AND THEN I TURN INTO THE SLICER/
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MY EYES ARE MADE OF FIRE GOT MOLTEN LAVA IN
MY VEINS BOY/ I LEAVE A PATH OF PURE INFERNO
THE RAPPER KNOWN AS BLAZE BOY/ AND IN 44 DAYS
AND 44 NIGHTS BOY/ I'LL BE ONTOP OF THE WORLD
AS THE NEWEST FUCKIN CRAZE BOY/ LOOK INTO MY
EYES BOY DEFY IT BOY/ DECIDED BOY GIVE YOU AN
ASS WHOOPIN AND SUPERSIZE IT BOY/ WHAT THE
FUCK MAN I HEAR YO SHIT ON THE RADIO AND IT
SUCK MAN/ YOU COULDNT EVEN MAKE IT IF
40PEOPLE WISH YOU GOOD LUCK MAN/ I'M FLYIN TO
THE TOP AND I AINT GOT NO WINGS LIKE A DUCK
MAN/ IT AINT FUN BOY, BLAZE 2 TIMES HOTTER
THEN THE SUN BOY/ AND I MSTA BEEN DECIEVED
WHEN I SEEN YOU WITH MY DUN BOY/ UH UH BOY,
GRAB YOU IN MY ARMS MAKE YOU WELL DONE BOY/
AND HUNG BOY, WIT YOUR OWN NECKTIE ABOVE YOUR
RUG BOY/ FUCK WITH THE HOTTEST THING ON EARTH
YA GONNA GET YA BELL RUNG BOY/ I'M A RAPPER
JACK, SEND YOU TO THE CRAPPER/ YOU FEEL
HUNGRY FOR SOMETHIN WLL GRAB A HAND FULLA
CRACKER JACK/ AND THE WHOLE FUCKIN BOX MAN,
YOU'LL NEVER GET NO PROPS MAN/ PULL OUT MY
GLOCK N I COCK IT IT GO BLOCKA BLOCK MAN/
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