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Lunchroom Take-Out

Arsonists

As the World Burns

1999

freestyle burned your written 
shit
Soon you'll be in denial, and you're not gonna recall
That I burned you, and I can tell by 21 you'll be bald
I'm off

Will someday nevermore adorn a sleeve
For if the bomb that drops on you 
Gets your friends and neighbors too
There'll be nobody left behind to grieve

a positive fuck when I survive by myself
Alive but need help, too many balloons took me to the moon
Till they all popped and let me fall to my doom
These

lookie here
I'm mobbin' to the Bank
I'm cuttin' on a steak
I'm posin' on the red carpet smellin' like dank
I'm cookin', shit grillin' as a matter of fact

These rappers better just get out my way, bitch you know i'm getting paid
Four for four no more nuggets on my plate
I been fuckin' with the steaks

how you feeling 
Brand new perellis got steak in my belly a buck on the dash 
A foot on the peddy bad bitch in the back I know that she ready 
She down

cockpit so fly
Pass by the heavenly gates
Wait
No he didn't
Yeah I did
Ain't it something though
Cause I ain't stunting bro
You niggas ain't worth fronting

cockpit so fly
Pass by the heavenly gates
Wait
No he didn't
Yeah I did
Ain't it something though
Cause I ain't stunting bro
You niggas ain't worth fronting

running around on a crusade
Love in the air grub on your bomb steaks
I'll love you like no other
Happy birthday to my angel my baby mother

Keep angels

me if I'm lien
I said that we should link up
But you ain't never call me
By the time you look up
Ill be on the horizon
Cant deny that your flawless
We

got no time for sleep
Being cheap, Im in too deep, I got money in these streets
Bitch I’m steak’n out
I ain’t talk’n long horn
Human torch I got dat

steaks, bargains it's pay day
So are you ready for lyrical combat, you stupid wombat
So bomb that, let's go you're unasked I'm bout to showcase
This story

at the mountain
Plunge in the youth
Ima jump in the fountain
It's pleasant
Amused by these blessings I'm countin
Pull up in Porsches
Cut the steak into portions

to Ruth Chris for the steak (Ou Ou Ou Ou)
I got bands now, feel good when I cash out
Shot of henny, smoking hookah, til' I pass out
Wasn't doing good in

country very much"

Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause

know I survive off tips.
And by tips I mean the end of your dicks. Laughs.

I nearly lost my self again but now I'm found.
I'm the one stop whore house

Shakazulu, 
Bac-lavah, steak medium well, out in Honolulu
Niggas grew,
Who turned the blowgun metal from bamboo?
It was you!!!
Cop a steam room, aim a house

country very much"

Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause

bombs your chosen option?
Did you vote for screams?
Was the apocalypse your politician's policy?
Did you put stock in
Their prepostering and prophesy?

blunts or pickin’ regal locks wit coat hanger wires 
I get open killin rappers
we gotta lotta nota's claimin lava I saute em proper butter on the steak

on my phone, she sending me nudes 
She said I’m the bomb so I’m sending a nuke(nasty) 
Nah we don’t play by the book
Stealing your spot, my crew moving

tell’em my dreams, make it bounce Hello Brainiac's on the scene, 1 Time

First I gave’em the Sixteens, then I gave’em the Thirty Twos, by the first, 48

in sauce
Full garage and I need it with the Maserati
Ready to bomb if it kill me fuck it Kamikaze
Mobbing Gotti's but first we gotta do it smooth
Ready

Got a big dog but keep my gun close
Around beef, I raise the steaks as if its rump roast
How I’m raised it was done so
Smell the haze if you come