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Gasoline down your throat
Light the match, spark the floor
Take your pick, who gon' go?
Immolate, Geronimo
Gasoline down your throat
Light the match, spark the floor
Take your pick, who gon' go?
Immolate, Geronimo
Watch it prance, watch it dance, watch the flash, my stance
Gettin' ready for the army to advance my land
Got the green, got the team, got the camp, my camp
Burn 'em hot above the fire in trance, no chance
I'ma burn up their oesophagus, caught the hippopotamus
Hoarse in the river, vocals coarse in the providence
Got 'em screamin', pleadin' for their savior, the ominous
Holdin' on to meanin' when I'm beamin' at the populace
(Drop hey, drop hey)
My money gettin' greener, my demeanor cleaner
(Drop hey, drop hey)
Sweep 'em with the mop
They drop, they drop, they drop, they drop
Shootin' them birds, make 'em bloody buckshots
Shots, shots (Drop it like it's hot, yuh)
I just wanna kill off
Foes with the trigger
Plunge with the Dow
Now yo' body in the river
Chop 'em like Kenpachi
Cook 'em, teriyaki
Got the upper hand
Magatama like Itachi
Watch it prance, watch it dance, watch the flash, my stance
Gettin' ready for the army to advance my land
Got the green, got the team, got the camp, my camp
Burn 'em hot above the fire in trance, no chance
Crack a collarbone, snap with the bass right at yo' dome
BFG, shattering your team, gonna clean like Listerine
The dirt the mess, fuck all the rest, my collar clean, rupture their nest
I dip with Anna on my chest, gyp the crest and never less
(Drop hey, drop hey)
My money gettin' greener, my demeanor cleaner
(Drop hey, drop hey)
Sweep 'em with the mop
They drop, they drop, they drop, they drop
Shootin' them birds, make 'em bloody buckshots
Shots, shots (Drop it like it's hot, yuh)
Written by: Luga, Richard Mclaughlin
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