FIRE WATER
The Media Made Me

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I’ve been drinking that fire water 
Now, I am hotter than miles of lava in hell 
I will slaughter your style, your honor, your wealth 
Grinding your daughter like Sawzalll with belts

(CHORUS)
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Its Deadbeat 
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Who’s ready 
Come get me 
Yes, we set free 
all those poor souls

Self destructive and no I don’t mean to be 
A rose can still grow in concrete scenery 
Its what I keep in mind / Thoughts eating me 
Don’t stop now or they’ll see you leave 
I make this music shit look simpler than EZ-cheese 
Our worlds are different, mine’s a bit like yours on PCP 
We bring a fleet of peeps at three in the morning 
Read the score / Four up we running the board 
Full court / Stacked Jury 
Rappers run out the door in a mad hurry 
Rats scurry / Cats buried 
I’d say you’re alright but I heard your mixtape
bites like your back’s furry 
“Have mercy” / Got em crying
“Plus my dad’s worried” 
I don’t give a fuck I’m out here with my pad learning 
Watching, taking notes 
Study hall for making ghosts 
Eyeballs come out easy once I break the nose

(CHORUS)
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Its Deadbeat 
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Who’s ready 
Come get me 
Yes, we set free 
all those poor souls

I’m making hearts drop like a cop in the rearview 
Killing it, they telling me that I should tat a tear too 
I am pure proof / Rap ain’t near through 
Add a little ambience / I’m a chandlier dude 
Give me the mic and I’ma light the sky up 
Try to fight it but the sight could blind the brightest of your nine disciples 
The price is right and like it or not I’m gonna win it 
I’m big Bob Barker on the big wheel / Spin it 
Bitches / Yeah, we both rap but I’ll show you all the difference 
I’m the Thundercats / You’re a box full of kittens 
I chop up the track while you chop in the kitchen 
I’m top of the charts / You top of the shitlist 
My rock is an art / Your rock is addiction 
And I ain’t saying that you like the dicks around 
but its the only way that something hard comes out your mouth

(CHORUS)
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Its Deadbeat 
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Who’s ready 
Come get me 
Yes, we set free 
all those poor souls 
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Who’s ready 
(put him up, put him up, put him up, put him up) 
Who’s ready 
Come get me 
Yes, we set free 
all those poor souls