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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They said I must've drank gasoline
Lit a match, now I light the scene
Fast lyrical rhymin, I breathe in sparks
Every bar got teeth, every line got marks
I come in clean, then I turn to smoke
One word hit and the whole room choke
The haters, the chiefs, and the liars too
Keep talkin' that noise, I run right through
I don't slow down when the pressure climb
I bend that beat and I break that time
Now eight just wanna go out
Pavement under my tires, then I peel out
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that pace rise?
Can't hold me back
Every breath hits
Then I snap right back
[Chorus]
I spit fire
I spit fire
Haters stay quiet
I spit fire
Lit match, no fear
Lit match, no fear
Run that mouth again
I spit fire
[Verse 2]
Faster than a rumor when it leaves the block
Every syllable sharp, every vowel got shock
I was made for the chase, made for the grind
Made for the moment when they say "rewind"
You can throw your doubt, I turn it to fuel
You can count me out, I don't play that rule
I get mean with the scheme, get clean with the wrath
Then I switch up the lane and I leave no path
The haters the chiefs and the liars, same
Different face, same mouth, same game
Now I got the whole crowd staring wide
'Cause I don't just rap, I combust inside
[Bridge]
Take one step back
Watch me go faster
Hands in the air
I'm the disaster
[Chorus]
I spit fire
I spit fire
Haters stay quiet
I spit fire
Lit match, no fear
Lit match, no fear
Run that mouth again
I spit fire
Details
GeneratedMay 30, 2026
Duration2:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Fast-paced trap rap with relentless triplet bounce and escalating internal rhymes; verse 1 starts tight and clipped, pre-chorus stacks urgency with doubled ad-libs, chorus hits as a short chant with gang shouts, then verse 2 accelerates and crowds the pocket. Lead vocal is gritty and close-mic with punchy doubles, selective delay throws on end-rhyme words, and whispered pickups. Ear candy: reverse swells into each section, risers that peak before the hook, and chopped crowd accents on the last line. Bright, hard, and in-your-face mix., lyrical
Credits
Prompt byHypeComet951
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
They said I must of drank gasoline , lit a match and now I spit fire, fast lyrical rhymin, and gets persistently faster, the haters the 5hiefs and the liars,now 8 just wanna go out pavement under tir
