Fire and metal will meet tonight Fire and metal we will unite Fire and metal will meet tonight Fire and metal they will ignite Fire and metal will ignite
of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And
raps and caine all my thugs grab them thangs cause we gonna mash and bang mash and tame [Turtle Banxx] botherly we and bodies sippin voscie voscily dick
age of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums Where the shots echo, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get
blaze of forgotten fire Scorching new blood to black Through the center of the rotting sun The sick angel with razors for wings Resurrect me and offer
of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
my blood and I will be glorious, I'll send you back into your infernal cage [The Witch:] I am Tazira the witch and I will give you temptation [The
electrified eye Freezing metalized smile No more cheating the code The scene is set - emotions disconnected Welcome to the cyber trail Laser cops and
full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And
disco, beta [S] It's a psycobetaduckdown! [B] Psycho, alpha, disco, beta [S] Somebody's gettin bucked down [B-Real] See I'm from South Central, bustin out my metal rapid-fire
most dominant" [Copywrite] "Copywrite" [Copywrite] "78 degrees" [Cage] "Alex with a little message" "The most dominant" [Copywrite] "Copywrite MC" [Cage
stomach I rock heavy metal kings and watch the barrel of the gun twitch You talking dumb shit, hooting and hollering I lift the cannon and wait for the
of twenty-one Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.
set me a fire Burnin' like the sun on a metal cage A wind that fan the flames of rage Oh yeah give me a shot set me a fire all right Oh yeah give me
you alive, got that punk, spit this fire to the bizkit funk Uno, Dos, trace of ya face, Catch me a case when you run from the ghost With a cup and a click
