Fire

[Produced by The Passion HiFi] [Verse 1: B-Staz] I got swagger on swagger, dope on dope I'm so high up you can call me the pope But unlike Star Wars you ain't got no hope Wanna battle me? I bet you're gonna choke Oh man these lines are pretty fowl All this pussy around me I'm gunna need a towel Yeah I'm on the prowl, ice cold like Green Bay Assaulting this beat like my name was Ray Rice or Lewis, it don't even matter you're all acting foolish Cause I been in the studio, DJ by myself Don't need nobody else, put this mixtape on your shelf So you can call me an asshole, the fuck if I care-"uh like Staz is sad and says that wasn't fair" Yeah fuck off bitch, you're just blowing hot air Now watch out rap game here comes my ceux d'etat Bro I did your girl here's her bra And sorry to hear about her stuck jaw Did things I think are against the law We did it in the lazy boy recliner She wants me to be her new interior designer But if she wants another date imma decline her Yeah you can say I pulled the lever Cause I did your girl so hard you might have to leave her Get mad at me, I didn't holster it I reupholstered it And now my flow too wet But these extra lines on my mixtape bolster it You mad at me, you better call me prestigious I banged that Mormon chick you can call it sac-religious [Verse 2: B-Staz] Whoa hold up this shit's immature Let me start from the beginning, give you B-Stazy galore Yes my bars may offend you I don't give a shit I don't pretend to even care a little bit I'm gonna go do the things that dudes go That means beer and booze and boobs You don't like it then fuck you Summarize it, my bars are sought after After this rap ask who's the best, I'll be the one you thought after If your cold, listen to this, you'll be thawed after The best rapper ever you'll say you saw it after I'm the top pick like my name is Jamis All my haters out here makin' me famous But problem... i don't got any haters I'm the '09 Florida Gators My flow is nastier then African tap water And the lyrics are hot like that time I fucked your daughter Ironic how moronic you were to think it would be plutonic Let me be your pneumonic device With this symphonic advice Yo, don't make me mad or I might have to show ya This party is ova, you better call ya chauffer