(Radio stations changing)
 
i cant listin to the radio they play to many ghosts,
im tryin to get to heaven, but this hell is just too close,
i wanna fall asleep, but then i just might over dose,
i fall into the fire as my body start to roast,
somebody tell the doctor that i need a new prescription,
a murder was comitted, i was fittin the description,
they said it was an accident, a head-on collision,
i cut you like a surgon, scalpel, make the incesion,
i make the decision, should i twist it you should listin,
they'll put your face on the side of a milk box cuz you missin,
my wicked intuition got me full of suspsion,
i smell it in the air like a bull when he shitin,
 
(Chorus)
when you fall in to the fire you get what you desire
you get what you desire when you fall into the fire
when you fall in to the fire you get what you desire
you get what you desire when you fall into the fire
when you fall in to the fire you get what you desire
you get what you desire when you fall into the fire
 
i was thinkin about this rime when it was thunderin and lightnin
you look inside my mind and my story's quite firghtnin
the world is gettin crazy cuz america eats its babys,
a mutha fucka still thugin, cant nobody save me
i know a life sentance really aint the thing for me,
i bust too much wicked shit and speak of blastflamy,
what can i have to be cuz they comin after me,
when you die and go to hell, get there, ask for me,
i can't go to church no more the preacher said i cant come in,
he threw some holy water on me and it burned my skin,
i thought repentance was supposed to wash away your sins,
apperantly i done die and went to hell but gotta go agian.
 
(Chorus x3)
 
i shot a hole in my TV cuz they show too many faggots,
you look inside my brain and see nothin but nothin but some maggots
a wicked impatacious, psychic evlauation, fire starter, arsenist, beat the burn down the nation
a toxic examination die from smoke inhalation, better make preparations for your body creamation
my only duration is bullet ejaculation, no more conversations, bought off confrentation,
pistols poppin, preacher, preacher, another serman,
bullets blastin, all the bodys still be burnin,
As the world keeps turnin, fulla so many lyas, i just call into the fire
 
(Chorus x3)