Fire Crotch

[Verse 1] America, America Oh say can you see what they say on the media? If I say what I see, I can't stay in America So if I can't say it, I'ma spell it for you C to the U to the N to the T Why so serious? Comedy F-U-C-K, a parody This ain't for the kids, parental advisory First thing's first, free Brittney Murphy and Griner, I love them both dearly For different reasons, so here are some theories I believe in my spirit that Brittany was killed by an evil entity Griner got kidnapped and sent overseas And Joe Biden was hiding his private and showed it to China to get Brittany free The media act like they didn't just see And we act like we didn't just see Dahmer killed twenty and ate at least three Now y'all making docu's like "it's a mystery" How we still f*****' with R. Kelly? How you don't cancel Jeffree? "His fans love him" is what you tell me Well, f*** it, free R. Kelly If your boyfriend is cheating, then tell me I'ma tell his ass to cashapp me, Zelle me Double it, then tell him to go buy your bags He in Paris, and now you in a Bentley In other words, it's gon' benefit you You got to trust me, girl, I'm one of the few They try to blackball me for tellin' the truth Then they run around rappin' 'bout things that they do To all the kids, don't do drugs And don't do people that do drugs I never told you to do drugs Now go on and get you a free mug [Chorus] Fire crotch, burn your hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you [Verse 2] Incredible rap competitor The predator, unforgettable, despicable, and sinister Cocaine king, Tony Montana's miniature Takin' pictures of the kid like it's cinema Ten millimeter, call me Phil Spector I'm Uncle Fester, I can feel my necklace Inhale my essence Pussy, why you actin' so reckless? This .45 tucked inside of my denim Five percent tint, Windows 11 Where the fuck you been, dog? I am the revenant With two TECs, 'bout to shoot your resident White man call me his favorite specimen He and his wife treat me like I am reverend No wonder they love the aesthetic They think they the center, and that shit pathetic I'ma give 'em that Coke, no cola Have him flyin' down to Miami Bitch, I'm Tony, my father is Sosa I had to kill 'em for the family [Chorus] Fire crotch, burn your hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you [Verse 3] You's a punk The man of the year Your God is your mirror You know I don't fear ya You's a disgrace, disgrace, disgrace Your smile so fake Your style, my taste You not my race You know you can't stand me 'Cause I'm not white and I'm not Randy And I got bars, you a pop star I'm a Nas bar, you a Justin, I'm a Jussie You a liar, I'm a fighter And I got dogs, they just like me My lyrics gettin' spicier, the heat like a Cheeto The corporate muthafuckas, they can't stand my libido You actin' so tough, you a Meek and you a Neo Your fashion all trash, you a Will and you a Jaden And I know you're not Asian You not a Don and you not a John Your closet has skeletons, no Saint Laurent Your wardrobe is pedophiles and necrophiles You a motherfuckin' 'vampire, you ain't got no style I'm gonna call up Chrissy Teigen She gonna have me kicked off the internet But first, let me call Ricky Gervais Gonna kill myself for your entertainment [Chorus] Fire crotch, burn your hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you Got that fire crotch, hotbox I ain't afraid of you, ain't afraid of you