Burn It Up
[Chorus]
The microphone immortal
You need to turn it up
Beware he's coming for you
And he's bout to burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
And he's bout to burn it up

[Verse]
I'm Todd Mccray
By my name you'd think that I'm black and Irish
But I'm a rapping tyrant
Do it like I invented math and science
Some of you guys got the spiritual hygiene of a trashy pirate
You should wear a mask in private
Your words are like a nasty virus
When I stand and pray I become a candidate with a hand grenade
To throw inside of Satan's satanic camp just to cancel plays
Your lightning-fast mind should have told that I'm one fan away from blowing your whole plan away
Making you mad like gamma rays
Defying gravity
It's mind baffling
Stop fighting me
I'm trying to fit God inside of your abdominal cavity
I planted a seed
But dawg your lawn is too raggedy
It's time to do your laundry
Spring cleaning time for you actually
Causе you more fake than a prosthetic limb on a manikin
Your stylеs like a female's bowels and you keep cramping it
I know this gospel can save you
But I gotta pray for more patience
Cause y'all got the attention span of a chalkboard eraser
That's when I spring back
Like skin from a wolverine scratch
To fling raps from a sling
That will break you down to your knee caps
While you kick weak raps
That's throwback like floppy disk
I'm taking off like ten ton thrusters on the side of a rocketship
Blasting off
Quick as a NASA launch
Knocking the statue of Asheroth off the asphalt
And stomping it into a pile of rocks
If your heart's hard like a Magnavox
Laptop from a pond shop
I'll bring you back to God
With raps up out of my Macintosh
[Chorus]
The microphone immortal
You need to turn it up
Beware he's coming for you
And he's bout to burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
Burn it up
And he's bout to burn it up