Gasoline - Flammable
Shhhhhhhhhh
This here is bout the hardest thing I ever wrote
Gasoline and I'm aiming at you rappers throats
Makaveli I'm back from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc leaving damage
Like a wretched storm
Just call me desert storm
Cuz I'm about to leave a drought
People on They porches be like dang
What was that about
Loose cannon, double barrel triple stack with fentanyl
Lighter mixed with gasoline will turn em to some vegetables
I'm tryna tell you man you might just want to clear the path
Cuz I'm about to get it poppin they don't want to feel my wrath
Oh you don't like this crap you should've kept it quiet
I feel like an inmate that's on max I'm bout to start a riot
I got the shank and I'm about to hit em 16 times
I give em 16 lines that leave em 6 feet 9
Homie I keep these rhymes clutched up in the holster
Strudel little boys they go make me put em in the toaster
You tryna come with me with beef then it's a Ponderosa
Chicken little - messing with a boss
And you are just a chauffeur
The sky is falling bruh, I made you look
But I don't blame you dog, if I was you then I'd be shook
I shake em off cuz I'm about to start assassinatin
Choke em out then give em CPR and then resuscitate em
Do that 9 times on these cats and then decapitate em
No more lives game is over I find it so fascinating
No exaggerating homie I can do this in my sleep
You fabricated phonies I'm about to end your streak
On another note, it's getting kinda late
I better get to moving if I ever wanna reach the lake
Ain't gon be easy dragging bodies through the darkened woods
But if I remember Marshall Mathers showed me that I could
I drag em out and tie the gas tanks around they neck
Adrenaline starts rushing as I fantasize about what's next
I reach the destination and drench em with the fuel
I set fire to the rain wont wash the gas up off of you
CH CH Chance Chance Cold, you know
Gasoline and Heresy
Mixed togethers my cup of tea
That's what you get for that poking and prodding me
One cut from me could feed every MC
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
PORTERHOUSE
Prime Cut
Prime Time Sanders
Barry & Deon
You wanna agg me on
Forgot I'm cold with the Freon
And ain't nobody put me on
My names never been in the lights and neon - never
Or in the marquee
But I'm still Voorhees
And this is Camp Crystal Lake
Close is where the pistol stays
And that pistols my pen
The bullets are the ink it bleeds
The murder scenes are beats
Where I violently shoot 16's
Inspired by sick dreams
Conspire my three personalities
Brought about a new Illuminati
Experiences outer body
That's a common occurrence
I'm either calming the currents
Or bringing raging storms
Hey, let's bow our heads as we mourn
Every rapper that's approached this fire and got burned
They learned from that mistake and never returned
And for the ones deciding to approach it now
Well this a warning to you, I promise you'll get shut down
Like doors laying on floors
Can't settle this score
Was a massacre to start with
Math of the problems complex
Fights over no contest
They meals I easily digest like readers
Meat cleavers
And three pairs of scissors
Get to work on my dinner
Name said three times in the mirror
Evidence evident
Coincidentally coincidence is blamed
But it was all done strategic
This ain't checkers it's chess, check mate, I'm Bobby Fisher-Esqe
It's that type of game
Something y'all dabble in, I live in this everyday
Professional versus Hobbyists
Y'all don't need Nostradamus's to see that it's obvious
That Colds a king to you peasants
Honor Royalty in your presence
I want the smoke and drama
Thirty Eight Years Lived
And on My worst day my word play kills the best that you've ever spit
Heavy dose of reality, come to grips with it
I lace my songs up deadly
Metaphors and arsenics
And if I aim at you I won't miss
Every verse is ominous, malevolent
Say it out loud, won't sneak diss
My mind's Bradley Cooper Limitless
Just accept it
I'll slit my wrists if that's what it takes for the world to hear my message
Cold is my name
The gang is KATALYST
Now that fuel is spilt, the lighters lit
I need my fire and my gasoline
Versatile lyrical arsonist
Keep them lighters away from me
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Gasoline - Flammable
Shhhhhhhhhh
This here is bout the hardest thing I ever wrote
Gasoline and I'm aiming at you rappers throats
Makaveli I'm back from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc leaving damage
Like a wretched storm
Just call me desert storm
Cuz I'm about to leave a drought
People on They porches be like dang
What was that about
Loose cannon, double barrel triple stack with fentanyl
Lighter mixed with gasoline will turn em to some vegetables
I'm tryna tell you man you might just want to clear the path
Cuz I'm about to get it poppin they don't want to feel my wrath
Oh you don't like this crap you should've kept it quiet
I feel like an inmate that's on max I'm bout to start a riot
I got the shank and I'm about to hit em 16 times
I give em 16 lines that leave em 6 feet 9
Homie I keep these rhymes clutched up in the holster
Strudel little boys they go make me put em in the toaster
You tryna come with me with beef then it's a Ponderosa
Chicken little - messing with a boss
And you are just a chauffeur
The sky is falling bruh, I made you look
But I don't blame you dog, if I was you then I'd be shook
I shake em off cuz I'm about to start assassinatin
Choke em out then give em CPR and then resuscitate em
Do that 9 times on these cats and then decapitate em
No more lives game is over I find it so fascinating
No exaggerating homie I can do this in my sleep
You fabricated phonies I'm about to end your streak
On another note, it's getting kinda late
I better get to moving if I ever wanna reach the lake
Ain't gon be easy dragging bodies through the darkened woods
But if I remember Marshall Mathers showed me that I could
I drag em out and tie the gas tanks around they neck
Adrenaline starts rushing as I fantasize about what's next
I reach the destination and drench em with the fuel
I set fire to the rain wont wash the gas up off of you
CH CH Chance Chance Cold, you know
Gasoline and Heresy
Mixed togethers my cup of tea
That's what you get for that poking and prodding me
One cut from me could feed every MC
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
PORTERHOUSE
Prime Cut
Prime Time Sanders
Barry & Deon
You wanna agg me on
Forgot I'm cold with the Freon
And ain't nobody put me on
My names never been in the lights and neon - never
Or in the marquee
But I'm still Voorhees
And this is Camp Crystal Lake
Close is where the pistol stays
And that pistols my pen
The bullets are the ink it bleeds
The murder scenes are beats
Where I violently shoot 16's
Inspired by sick dreams
Conspire my three personalities
Brought about a new Illuminati
Experiences outer body
That's a common occurrence
I'm either calming the currents
Or bringing raging storms
Hey, let's bow our heads as we mourn
Every rapper that's approached this fire and got burned
They learned from that mistake and never returned
And for the ones deciding to approach it now
Well this a warning to you, I promise you'll get shut down
Like doors laying on floors
Can't settle this score
Was a massacre to start with
Math of the problems complex
Fights over no contest
They meals I easily digest like readers
Meat cleavers
And three pairs of scissors
Get to work on my dinner
Name said three times in the mirror
Evidence evident
Coincidentally coincidence is blamed
But it was all done strategic
This ain't checkers it's chess, check mate, I'm Bobby Fisher-Esqe
It's that type of game
Something y'all dabble in, I live in this everyday
Professional versus Hobbyists
Y'all don't need Nostradamus's to see that it's obvious
That Colds a king to you peasants
Honor Royalty in your presence
I want the smoke and drama
Thirty Eight Years Lived
And on My worst day my word play kills the best that you've ever spit
Heavy dose of reality, come to grips with it
I lace my songs up deadly
Metaphors and arsenics
And if I aim at you I won't miss
Every verse is ominous, malevolent
Say it out loud, won't sneak diss
My mind's Bradley Cooper Limitless
Just accept it
I'll slit my wrists if that's what it takes for the world to hear my message
Cold is my name
The gang is KATALYST
Now that fuel is spilt, the lighters lit
I need my fire and my gasoline
Versatile lyrical arsonist
Keep them lighters away from me
Shhhhhhhhhh
This here is bout the hardest thing I ever wrote
Gasoline and I'm aiming at you rappers throats
Makaveli I'm back from the dead
Can't you see I got these blood stains on my hands
It's Mr Check 'Em off wreck em all
Come through like a wrecking ball
I'm creating havoc leaving damage
Like a wretched storm
Just call me desert storm
Cuz I'm about to leave a drought
People on They porches be like dang
What was that about
Loose cannon, double barrel triple stack with fentanyl
Lighter mixed with gasoline will turn em to some vegetables
I'm tryna tell you man you might just want to clear the path
Cuz I'm about to get it poppin they don't want to feel my wrath
Oh you don't like this crap you should've kept it quiet
I feel like an inmate that's on max I'm bout to start a riot
I got the shank and I'm about to hit em 16 times
I give em 16 lines that leave em 6 feet 9
Homie I keep these rhymes clutched up in the holster
Strudel little boys they go make me put em in the toaster
You tryna come with me with beef then it's a Ponderosa
Chicken little - messing with a boss
And you are just a chauffeur
The sky is falling bruh, I made you look
But I don't blame you dog, if I was you then I'd be shook
I shake em off cuz I'm about to start assassinatin
Choke em out then give em CPR and then resuscitate em
Do that 9 times on these cats and then decapitate em
No more lives game is over I find it so fascinating
No exaggerating homie I can do this in my sleep
You fabricated phonies I'm about to end your streak
On another note, it's getting kinda late
I better get to moving if I ever wanna reach the lake
Ain't gon be easy dragging bodies through the darkened woods
But if I remember Marshall Mathers showed me that I could
I drag em out and tie the gas tanks around they neck
Adrenaline starts rushing as I fantasize about what's next
I reach the destination and drench em with the fuel
I set fire to the rain wont wash the gas up off of you
CH CH Chance Chance Cold, you know
Gasoline and Heresy
Mixed togethers my cup of tea
That's what you get for that poking and prodding me
One cut from me could feed every MC
SLAUGHTERHOUSE
PORTERHOUSE
Prime Cut
Prime Time Sanders
Barry & Deon
You wanna agg me on
Forgot I'm cold with the Freon
And ain't nobody put me on
My names never been in the lights and neon - never
Or in the marquee
But I'm still Voorhees
And this is Camp Crystal Lake
Close is where the pistol stays
And that pistols my pen
The bullets are the ink it bleeds
The murder scenes are beats
Where I violently shoot 16's
Inspired by sick dreams
Conspire my three personalities
Brought about a new Illuminati
Experiences outer body
That's a common occurrence
I'm either calming the currents
Or bringing raging storms
Hey, let's bow our heads as we mourn
Every rapper that's approached this fire and got burned
They learned from that mistake and never returned
And for the ones deciding to approach it now
Well this a warning to you, I promise you'll get shut down
Like doors laying on floors
Can't settle this score
Was a massacre to start with
Math of the problems complex
Fights over no contest
They meals I easily digest like readers
Meat cleavers
And three pairs of scissors
Get to work on my dinner
Name said three times in the mirror
Evidence evident
Coincidentally coincidence is blamed
But it was all done strategic
This ain't checkers it's chess, check mate, I'm Bobby Fisher-Esqe
It's that type of game
Something y'all dabble in, I live in this everyday
Professional versus Hobbyists
Y'all don't need Nostradamus's to see that it's obvious
That Colds a king to you peasants
Honor Royalty in your presence
I want the smoke and drama
Thirty Eight Years Lived
And on My worst day my word play kills the best that you've ever spit
Heavy dose of reality, come to grips with it
I lace my songs up deadly
Metaphors and arsenics
And if I aim at you I won't miss
Every verse is ominous, malevolent
Say it out loud, won't sneak diss
My mind's Bradley Cooper Limitless
Just accept it
I'll slit my wrists if that's what it takes for the world to hear my message
Cold is my name
The gang is KATALYST
Now that fuel is spilt, the lighters lit
I need my fire and my gasoline
Versatile lyrical arsonist
Keep them lighters away from me
Writer: Chance McBay, David Peden
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid