Fire in AC - Tech N9ne, Smackola, Krizz Kaliko

Shh psycho over there

Here he comes, here he comes

Hey James

(Yeah)

You’re killin' us with that wild red hair, bro

(I like to kill people, people like you)

I’m a college student sitting next to James Holmes

His mental light ain’t on n the love him like ain’t showin'

So I gotta invite him to study at my strange home

Cause he needs to be flame thrown and repeatedly banged on

'Till his brain gone, you think you Bane?

I put my fangs on

Then it’s game’s on, for the pain, gonna break his dang bones

Cause James wrong;

get him a hook, to hang on

And drain Holmes veins;

get em to switch his insane tone

You have entered the dungeon of real killas

Demons that will fill us with drillas and steel millas

He’ll pay me with his life, cause this animal’s real crazy

Cause this motherfucker don’t even care if he kill babies

I wish this would’ve happen like it happened in my mind

Instead of what occurred in theater number nine

My condolences the families that mourn

All humanity was torn for what he damaged see some horns muthafucker

Burn in hell for eternity for what you did

The depths of hell gonna swallow your ass

Gone, baby, gone, never made the dawn

Never had a fucking chance to turn crazy on

My fire in AC is he stopped ya, shock ta

Aurora Colorado, I got ya

Raa!

Dirty Wormz

This is Amityville horror Aurora

I make him feel the flame

For the respect of the families I mention no names

And I can feel your pain;

you see the devil’s face?

Look at him smiling on trial, this is a closed case

Mister Yates, let him in, close the gate

This is the date for his fate, there will be no escape

Duct tape, zip 'em up, strap 'em down

He’s graduatin' here give 'em his cap 'n gown

Turn off your cell phones, no talking in the preview

It’s the last midnight show and you know just how it end, too

It ain’t no part two, this ain’t no cartoon

Watch 'em start screamin' for god when I put this fire to 'em

This is the murder show, order the blood bath

A psychopath that murders psychopaths' actin bad

And walk away like I’m Dexter man with my bandana to the back

In all black like I’m Batman

Dirty Worm

Hahahaha, here’s Kali

What you want me to be a killa?

Wish I can fill him with some incredible heat

And no catchin' me slip, I stay on my feet

Call up Brotha Lynch and tell him go eat

James, your brain will be dangling from strings if the

Strangers could change it at yourself you would aim

I wish a nigga would, run up the movies while I’m in there with my kids and my

boo

I would be popping them back at you, ‘cause oddly they life is through

And I’m godly but might get stupid

Psychotic ain’t no excuse, ‘cause I’m there too and I can prove It (okay)

We hold him for pressures and it ain’t effortless

For Holmes to count his blessings

‘cause he got it in with the rest of us

And I’d love to take his chest off the rest of ‘em

Arrestin ‘em, ain’t good enough, let’s make him a vegetable

On second thought, I’mma pray for him (Nah)

Hope the angel of death opens the gate for him (yeah)

Better tell ‘em if ya bust in Aurora

All the nation’s reppin' snake and the bat will be aiming or ya.

(Kali)

In the immortal words of Tech N9ne baby

The sands of time have already begun to pour against you

Krizz Kaliko]

I got ya

Colorado I got you

Tech N9ne got you

Smackola got you

Strange Music that’s our biggest market

We love you our condolences to the families that lost their loved ones to this

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