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Fire & Brimstone Lyrics

You're going to like this

I don't give a fuck about you, you, her, him
That bitch, that nigga, y'all, them
Pussy clot laws bleeding out y'all trim
'Bout to fill ya cup up to the rim with brimstone

Fuck yo Grammy
Stick the bell part up ya ass, call ya mammy
I don't need ya love, muthafucka, god damn he
Critics wanna slam me
Put me in a jam 'til I come back with the jammy

Blaow
Knock your whole car window out
'Til ya eyes white out, bitch, lights out
Got you dead on arrival
At your service on Saturday, your whole family carry bibles

I got the whole building nervous
They turn around and see me walk up in the service
I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper, right out in the rain
Niggas got nerve, well, I'm your Novocain

Uh
This is fire and brimstone, uh
Kill you with fire and brimstone, uh
This is fire and brimstone, uh

Hold up

I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man
I guess you could call me the perennial ladies man
Got some really rich friends
And they all really like me 'cause I really pitch trims

Sometimes when I'm bored I kick it with dumb folk
They all really hate me like rottening egg yolks
I love to rub it in because I'm not a proper fit
For your world of bullshit

You miserable mutt minds flawed by design
You'll never have the temperament
To experiment with the benevolent
You're irrelevant

It should be your job to shovel shit
You need to cultivate and develop it
Get in the manure business and sell of it
Good luck, trick

I'm a precious stone wrapped in parchment paper
Round brilliant cut shootin' Meister Jager
A dignitary, you're a lowly beggar
Why don't you pull your plug, you stupid nigga?

This is fire and brimstone, uh
This is fire and brimstone, uh
This is fire and brimstone, ow

If your steering wheel is not wrapped in wood
Then you don't have the touch
So you will never feel it 'cause you denigrate too much
Who are you to judge, who are you to critique?
Who are you to falsify my presence? I am unique

So you can keep your 20 dollars
You ain't gotta buy my CD, muthafucka, not a problem
That's why I'm a recluse, not the one you set loose
Muthafuckas in this game, use my name to get juice

Say it, David Blake, a maven, amazing
Brighter than the forest when it's blazing
Asteroid, past the void, keep it pushing, that a boy
Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking, that's a joy

For these last four bars I take it easy
But you still a muthafucka and you're cheesy
Don't trust your memory
Write down what you feel about me
If yo head ain't rocking back and and forth then doubt me

Uh
This is fire and brimstone, uh
I give you fire and brimstone, uh
This is fire and brimstone, uh

You can drink that from the bottle of hair dye, yum
Sulfur 8 in your mouth like yum
Sulfur 8 in your mouth

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