FIRE DEPARTMENT Lyrics

Chillin' on Roblox, selling feet pics to minors

I'm dripped out, all I wear is designers

Someone asked me how I got these bars, and I said they came to me in a dream

Then I shot him with my particle beam

Exiting the back door of my apartment

Pulling a gun out of the glove compartment

On a completely unrelated note, I farted

Putting out fires, we are the fire department

JFK did not die, his head just did that

I went to New York City, and I got attacked by a big rat

I pulled up on the white opp, and he said, DRATS

Here's five digits of pi

Sayin' my baby's so beautiful, he look like a level 3 seeking airmine

And his father is built like a fucking X Bow

I am tweaking in the crib, you already know I get zero hoes

I'm drooling into a bucket, I am fucking retarded

On a completely unrelated note, my risk of rain returns code is 109775244248309025

She's a nine, but she turns ten next week

Feeling like Shakespeare whenever I speak

Haven't showered in months, you already know I reek

I look ugly as hell, i am a freak

Exiting the back door of my apartment

Pulling a gun out of the glove compartment

Yo, yo, yo, yo, stop, I farted

Putting out fires, we are the fire department

Yo, what up, it's your boy, Downtown Clapton, with Yaga Clan

We in here

Let me show you my sick bars

Walking down street with my double socks

I like to have both of them on, because why not

It's really cold outside, but I wear no gloves

Because I'm sick like that

I'm too savage for y'all

Strictly out here in London

I got no umbrella too, so you know, it's dangerous out here

But I'm too good for y'all, okay

You won't find me anywhere near where you are

I'm just on another level, and you can

Okay, I mean, good for you, dude

I mean, who even likes British people