Molotov

[Verse] Mom was in heat, pushed me out the oven Now everybody been loving this son of a bitch Cause I'm a beast Ain't no need for a discussion Only way you burning Illy is if you dubbing my disc I'm the hottest, damn right I said it again You got a problem, then stay in the shade, it's no sweat Cause you can bet all the haters saying my name Ain't nothing but hairspray to my flames so Fly them out, shoot craps like a pair of dice Burn rappers sort of like perm on Barry White Better yet, Malcolm X Yes I look down on artists Me and them ain't fair in height Nor are we fair in Fahrenheit Extinguish me if I'm wrong You hot body, the only heat you give off I'm hot like I been running through Lil Kim raw Which contradicts this song Cause no MC with a M-I-C burning me All my heat PH.D 3rd degree I'm the rhymer, spitting hot fire better than Dylan Tell the DJ to hit the siren Full tank of gas, no mileage Violent, thinking you was a match, fuck around and ignite him And any blogger who disagrees with radio Contra Can't keep it bottled up any longer So I'm about to launch the [Hook] Molotov Ill's in this motherfucker Rap just got real in this motherfucker Hey, and no I ain't the one to play Finna light this bitch up, and throw it in their face Molotov Hold up I'm about to throw a Molotov Hold up I'm about to throw a M-O-L-O-T-O-V [Verse 2] V, V plus V equals W, the only thing you take when you're me Cause I don't take shit, from nobody That's on mommy, FHOD Fly High or Die, take flight with a G Music make you feel like you popped a Molly in your dreams Hotter? Nigga please, all you boys banded together On my thermostat equal 98 degrees Killer instincts keep my bars type cinder Beats I chop like blender, remember Skin like charcoal, joints like firelog Your girl sweating me get off my fireballs Nobody on that hot shit I am on Need a firefighter too for us to have dialogue So I double hockey, I'm signing off Biatch!