Open Fire Lyrics

Sift for jewels

Theres written clues

The switch is flicked

The bomb is lit

Spark the wick

I hit the fuse

Lifes a bitch

I insist my bitch she will move

Wise minded guy

Since flipping bricks in business school

Timing its critical

Minimized on online clicks

Not ridiculed or silenced

I'm real eyes and your minuscule

Sly individuals commit sadistic crime and rituals

Then views get a boost

You sick the spooks yet?

Shits typical

Set the trap back

Home alone

Growing though

Post Malone's posts are shown

Boasting hoes won't know a foe

So croak and overflown the locust show

In the streets I see drones

Zooming in

Zoning in

Scoping my dome

In Facebook jail?

No. I am on Instagram death row

Said my president is a terror

It is embarrassing

You regretting it? No

It is obstruction of justice

I think Steve Jobs, Walt Disney, and Dr. King would be disgusted

Cuz of this a comeuppance is coming

So much to say

So many rhymes

So ready

Aim

Fire

I steady supply

Plenty enemies scope me

The want me dead or alive

My pen never hits empty

Vengeance has kept me in line

Trite sniper

Night flight of a bright writer

Incite of the light. Heightened might

Spun to strike like the white lighter

Off the vine. Sought to shine. Thought divine

You brought your wife?

Why? I might pipe her

Even when calm I am quite hyper

Commence the purge

Instead of settling nerves

Get set. Manny men said ready the hearse

The first second I met a verse

Fuck what you heard

Marked sucker turds

In other words

I am bucking nerds

Struck roughest with words

Got nothing but pure

So, no way in hell you will ever dwell in my elements

This artist official intelligence level

Excel in expelling fellas selling

But felt a prick melt in

Oh my am I out of order?

Boss of the slaughter

WV Aura's quite larger than my persona

So much to say

So many rhymes

So ready

Aim

Fire

I steady supply

Plenty enemies scope me

The want me

Dead or alive

My pen never hits empty

Vengeance has kept me in line

Hot out of hell

Sin committing crescendo

Kick in your living-room window

Entering the crib

Convincing kids to sniff snow

While investing in crypto

Incredibly sick flow

Its chlamyd and Syph ill is

On a thick hoe

Infecting the menstrual

Wreck instrumentals

Indigenous to this

Subdivision of schizo

The cynical menace is in

Ill will in him

He'll still sic on the shitshow

Tip to rift tripping cliff notes

Ridiculous trends go

Revenge holds ten-fold

Still unwell

Lymph nodes been swollen

But will fulfill impossible shit

Fit a pit-bull in fishbowl

Far from biddable

Grip the sickle

Hun, brittle? No.

Catching wind with a gremlin grin and special credentials

Binge indigo piff and benzos

Told a bitch at Fish Co. bet them lips can blow

Got her digits and dipped in Six-Four

Listen to Nick Pro

Shucks! Collision again

Just hit a limo. Fuck. Got to run. Split quick

Tipped a chick on a strip pole

Then did a show and what do you know

They are coming at me with motherfucking blowtorches dogg?

Oh yeah dude! C'mon bro!

Ah, what are you going to do?