Songtext Fire in ac Tech N9Ne

Fire in ac

(feat. Krizz Kalicko and Smackola from Dirty Wormz)

My college students sit next to James Homes,
Is mental like ain’t on him, to love him like ain’t shown.
So I gotta invite him to study at my strange home,
‘cause he needs to be flamed on and repeatedly banged on.
Until it’s rain gone, you think you’re great? I put my fans on,
And this game’s on, for the thing, don’t break this thing down.
‘cause trends roll, get him on hook, it’s a hang on
And drain home, it ain’t, get him to switch this insane tone.
You now enter the dungeon of real killers,
Demons that will fill us with drillers and still mill us
He’ll pay me with life, ‘cause this anthem is real crazy,
This motherfucker don’t even care if he kills babies.
I wish this wouldn’t happen like it happen,
My mind instead of will occur in the theatre number nine.
Mark it all to the families that mourn,
All humanity was torn from what he did, let’s see his horns.

Gone, baby, gone, never made it on,
Never had a fucking chance to turn crazy on,
My father in AC is doctor, shot to,
A war out in Colorado, I got you.

This enemy feel horror or war,
I make him feel the flame,
For the respect of the families I mention no names.
And I can feel your pain, you see the devil’s face?
Look at him smiling on trial, this is a closed case.
Mister Yates, let him in, close the gate,
This is the date for his fate, there will be no escape.
Duct tape, zip it, I’ll strap him down,
Scratch a name, kill him, give him his clapping prown.
Turn off your cell phones, no talking in the PB,
Was the last midnight show and you know just how it end, too.
It ain’t no part two, this ain’t no cartoon,
Watch ‘em stars screaming for dime when I put the smart on.
This is the murder show, order the blood bath,
A psychopath that murder psychopaths, let him that.
And walk away like I’m just a man with my bandana,
I turn ‘em back, I don’t black like I’m PacMan.

Gone, baby, gone, never made it on,
Never had a fucking chance to turn crazy on,
My father in AC is doctor, shot to,
A war out in Colorado, I got you.

Wish I can fill him with wisdom,
Not got him, not hit him,
I catch him, I slip him, I stay on my feet,
Colorado legion, won’t you let me go eat?
James, your brain will be dangling from slander thought,
Strangers could change that, just say with your name.
I was your nigger one, climb on to the movies while I’m in there with my kids and my boo
I will be hopping them back at you, ‘cause I think they like this, too
And I got it with my kids, too.
I kind of get no excuse, ‘cause I’ve been to and I can prove I’m okay.

We hold him oppressions and they’re effortless
For homes they count their blessings
‘cause they came here with the rest of us
And I’d love to take his chest off the rest of ‘em,
Arrest ‘em, I ain’t good enough, let’s make him a vegetable.

On second thought, Imma pray for him now,
Hope the angel of death open the gate for him, yeah.
Better tear him if I’m busting a ruler,
All the nation’s rattle snake and I’m back at the aiming free.

Gone, baby, gone, never made it on,
Never had a fucking chance to turn crazy on,
My father in AC is doctor, shot to,
A war out in Colorado, I got you.