Spitfire lyrics

[Chorus:YourFavouriteShady]
I'm a Spitfire, burning bright, fueling a desire Scorching through the industry, setting it on fire Unleashing heat with every word I spit
Watch out, fake c*nts, it's time to quit

[Verse 1:YourFavouriteShady]
I'm coming in like a spitfire, blazing through the game
Calling out these fake c*nts, ain't it a damn shame?
They flaunt their sh*t for YouTube views, seeking fame
But I'll expose their weak rhymes, ignite the flame
I'm on a rampage, no time for the weak and frail These so-called rappers, they're destined to fail Their flow's so predictable, a broken record's tale But I'll flip the script, drop bombs, watch 'em turn pale
They're just puppets on a stage, controlled by the masses
Chasing clout, their authenticity isn't real, no passes
I'm here to shatter their illusions, break their glasses
With these rhymes, my verbal assassin classes
We don't play their game, we run the show Spitfire's blazing, leaving ashes in its glow
Expose these frauds, let the world know JMCEE, go talk your sh*t, man, let it flow

[Verse 2:JMCEE]
Man I wish I could say “f*ck you”, but who hasn’t already?
You’re chasing that bag, after every little penny
But you’re a little b*tch, that’s all you’ll ever f*cking be
You’re a grade below me, that’s all you’ll ever f*cking B
When you scream “You get Me?”, nobody gets sh*t
You chat about Shutdowns but you don’t shut sh*t
You’re a bald headed geezer, chatting waste on the Gram
“Don’t waste your data”, nah, don’t waste your Gram
High on a f*ck load of Cap , ain’t that f*cking true?
You’re famous and sh*t, but you ain’t ever touched glue
You’re a shopkeeper at best, you ain’t the f*cking chef
Chatting waste about flames, but your ego’s getting bent
Big Smoke man, I used to admire that name
But now I find it embarrassing listening to the same
Songs, because in truth here’s what you are:
You’re a sensitive prick, nobody gives a f*ck who you are
“That’s not me” and yet you went back on yourself
If that’s not who you are, you’ve killed yourself I miss the old you, when you were a real G
Now you sellout for cash, sold your soul for P
You got mindless fans chasing you like Flies
You’re overrated as f*ck, ain’t in my Top 5
Your brother is better, even your sister is great
Ain’t true to your songs, so you’re just a f*cking waste
And don’t get me started on this BS persona
You ain’t a f*cking gangster man, go get Corona Talking about being the hottest, but you can’t write proper
You can’t MC, Freestyle and you can’t diss nada
All this talk about not mentioning your name, that’s fair
But when you go back on yourself, it’s receding like your hair
Binned all your Lois V, well that was a Lie
I’ll leave this verse like Fris, I’ll leave this b*tch (Sky)
[Verse 3:]
You see, this ain't your ordinary rap affair
I bring a unique style, catch you unaware
I'm out here spitting fire, watch me scorch and glare
My verses hit hard, leaving rappers in despair
They claim they're hot, but it's just a fleeting flame
Mentally crashing, their careers go up in flames I stay consistent, got an everlasting name
Got all these rhymes, injecting a lethal game

[Chorus:YourFavouriteShady]
I'm a Spitfire, burning bright, fueling a desire Scorching through the industry, setting it on fire Unleashing heat with every word I spit
Watch out, fake c*nts, it's time to quit