and stare. I'm FIRE RED, I'm one more rule, I'm in your head, everybody KNOWS, I'm, im, im, im supergirl WALKING every wire, set the world on fire.
you know I'm gonna set your world on fire Gonna take you so high, we'll be tearin' a hole in the sky I'm a dynamite, daddy, I'll put the rhythm in your
perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me You are perfect to me You're perfect, you're perfect
again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife, your
feel Like your less than Fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me The world stares
then perfect Pretty pretty please If you ever ever feel Like you're nothing, you are Perfect to me Yeaaahhh...! You are Perfect, you're Perfect! Pretty
now When you walk into the bliss that Holds down the fire As pleasure will divide [divine] So close, so let your heart enter Succumb and let your heart
and nothing's taking you higher When you come to realize you've been playing with fire Hear me when I say to you, "It's really down to your heart" It
gone You wake up on your own Sometimes walls come caving in Sometimes the world just hits your chin And
he stuck his middle finger to the world, to the world, to the world. And you take your time. And you stand in line where you'll get what's yours, I got
make it all clear She gave me a card For the handicapped Say I'm a specialist At body rap CHORUS BRIDGE. Come into my world Be a believer a living achiever See what your
don't matter cause we set the trend for everything they do Put the road to the wheel, put the fire in your meal Took the dog from your wife, put the
gunfire. Utterance of pain.] Pump your fists if you're with me. Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah! Pump your fists up if you're
to the Feds "Kill all rats" - that's how Pistol Pete say it The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn
still tryna battle me I go in they mouth like I'm the dentist lookin' for cavaties I don't know why your mans hyped you with that battery I'll hit your
her, yeah Let me be the reason, baby, let me be the cause Let me the only one you let up in your heart Let me be the picture, sittin' in your frame Let me be your
ten stories And I still rob niggaz, just like Horry Everybody hate on young true boy 'Cause they know that the nigga on fire, fire, fire, fire Rap phenomenon
don't care, yeah The television's put a thought inside your head Llike a barry manilow, jingle I'd like, to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony
