Scorched Earth Lyrics

Whatever you're thinking you

Better think again

Otherwise I'm going to have to

Head down there

And I will rain down an ungodly

Fucking firestorm upon you

You're going to have to call the

Fucking United Nations and get

A

Fucking binding resolution

To keep me from fucking

Destroying you

I am talking Scorched Earth

Mother fucker

I will massacre you

I will fuck you up

Drop in on the beat like a

Steroidal

Sean white

Ten eighty Ten eighty tail grab

Down the

Pipe

All tens from the judges you can

Hear

The crowd holler

Later that night I'm higher than a

Priest's collar

Hotboxing the impala with my

Primary doctor

You all grasping for attention like

Some pushed up knockers

While I don't give a fuck I just

Like to go bonkers

Still dope and we trucking no

Tonka

Extreme the way I do it man I

Should have been in cliff hanger

Serve it like a main course

After fried tomatoes

Then complement the chef

Don't forget to tip the waiters

We rolling up the ganja like

Some

Hungry alligators

Heating up the dab nail already

Look Malaysian

Always keep it moving so I keep

My mind spacious

Dopest dude to do this

And that's not just allegations

I chop a fucking sample up then

Rap on lacerations

Scorched Earth when I spit

I'm getting high off the fumes

Too hot for oven mits

It still gets consumed

Killing all my own beats

Im pro with the noose

Flyer than a tomcat

R I P to goose

Scorching the Earth

Crocodile hunter on the iPad Pro

Got the cutting boards out

Slicing freshly baked dough

It's a marvel when you see me

I'm Infinity stoned

Call me modern day Thanos I

Can tackle any foe

Just a snap of the fingers

Then it all tumbles down

And I'm yelling out jenga

While I walk my ass out

Haven't got no homies no I roll

With power rangers

Mother fuckin rap god

Been skilled since the manger

Style so ill you would think I

Came from Wuhan

Rattlesnake skin on my boots

And my duffle

Here to kick some ass hired

Muscle

And I'm collecting on the rent

If you haven't got a clue yet

Act a knee and get bent

It's always fixed when i bet

Going hard like cement

Or three thousand percent

If I'm going to play the game then

I'm swinging for the fence

It's the rap game Roberto

Clemente

Scorched Earth when I spit

I'm Getting high off the fumes

Too hot for oven mits

It still gets consumed

Killing all my own beats

Im pro with the noose

Flyer than a tomcat

R I P to goose

Scorching the Earth