Fire lyrics

[Verse 1]:
Yo I cook that right up in my basement
Make your b*tch go ape sh*t
While you be feeling vacant
I'm a sex pistol, boy
Bang my bullet into who I want
Ooze dirty rotten but he vicious if a punk wanna start him up
Oh f*ck I love to run amok
That's why in school I always flunked
But now my jobs to stand in front
Of a packed house and make 'em jump
Like I be Kris Kross, like I'm House of Pain
Like Busta Rhymes, like DJ Kool
If y'all motherf*ckers didn't know me
Then I'm gonna show you how I overrule
On point like that damn decimal
While I'm grabbing on my genitals
And yes b*tch they're f*cking edible
So after this, we'll get flexible
I got what you want, I got what you need
So let's begin this stampede
Wait we playing Jumanji
Nah just smoked too much weed

[Bridge]:
I love to get higher, oh I can be your supplier
See I got what you require when it comes to your desire
I be that hyper, nicer, live wire, power voice like twenty choirs, fresh attire
I'm like Springfield tyres