Lyrics:
burnin'
Don't call the cops
Don't call the fire department
Hieronymous Bosch
In control
Supernatural, yeah
Hieronymous Bosch
Is in control
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
friends all laughed…
And I just stood there until the fire department came
and broke the lock with a crowbar and I had to spend
the next six weeks in lip
got my lips
stuck in a gate. My friends all laughed. And I just stood there until
the fire department came and broke the lock with a crow bar and I
stage)
Baby boy go hire a squadron
My crib got more poles than the fire department (Ahh)
[Chorus: Skitzo]
Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some
Greetings:This is the Secretary of War at the State Department
Of the United States
We have a problem.
The companies want something done about
titties
I'm already litty, fire department might get me
No telling when I hit the city
It took 'em a minute for digits
But J finna drop, it'll make 'em look
the hottest shit
Fuck a dentist
Eat a fire department and proctologists
Ras Kass, King of the West, acknowledge this
And get a piece of
The rock like
stage. (stage, stage)
Baby boy go hire a squadron,
My crib got more poles than the fire department. (Ahh)
[ Chorus : ]
{ Skitzo }
Cookies with some apple
dirt
But they ain't tell me if that's West, South or North
I'm here, oh god, the airports on fire
Boys in blue are shooting at a crowd crossfire
But this
Double life turned to a triple
Still mainly root for Corona
Yet Ms. Banks is who you call when you wanna speak to the owner
Department of State shit
Call her Mcdonald's, I'm lovin' her arches
She wanna separate, call it apartment
Playin me, like the games department
Forest fire, you know what the fuck
probably got a hundred
Bodies under your belt
Regardless as I'm heartless
In that department
When it come to my money I'm an army
By my lonesome, South Side
The fire department
Wanna get a mansion
Not an apartment
Getting the bag is just an assignment
Baby can I hold you like Tracy Chapman
My life ain't black
just might cause she sweet like almond
The mandem setting off smoke alarm you gone need the fire department
That one sweet but this one sweeter
Style
the hold over? Gettin' pulled over from nine to one
I would rap till my voice start hurting, sorcerer tongue
Spread fire on the mic with a torch and it burst
freaking
Toes are raking, body shaking
Man I thought it was some crack
Called the fire department
Told them I had a flame up on my back
This is crazy
the fire department, told 'em I had a flame upon my back
This shit's crazy, plus enable, raisans dancing on the table
There's the horse, we got a horse,
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