Chade - Matchstick

I hit you in the face til it's funny, call that slapstick
Snap you in half like a cheap piece of plastic
Yeah I'm skinny but I'll leave you in the past tense
Burn shit down cause I'm built like a matchstick
Burn shit down, yeah I'm lit like a matchstick
Talk behind my back and it's gonna end up tragic
Stretched out on the ground like some overused elastic
Stick out the box, yeah I'm talkin bout a matchstick
You come around here saying you want the beef
You look like a pussy
You Georgia O'Keeffe
When I step out of the house it's like a knife out the sheath
I'm dangerous as fuck every time that I leave
You get cut to pieces if you come around me
I'm personally offended every time that you breathe
You talkin sweet, hope you don't value your teeth
Because I'll knock em out your head out onto the street
You've been put on notice
I've been losing patience
You've been losing focus
I'm tired of waitin
You must think I'm jokin
There is no debating me
I'll slap you like a locust
If I think that you are hatin me
I'm going fuckin crazy
Yeah this shit I say ain't make believe
Like a spy being tortured
The shit they do ain't breakin me
When I pull up, they shakin knees
Can't shake my hand
Won't play with me
You gonna feel my energy if you move like an enemy
Popped up like it's magic
Can't stop me like an addict
Wanna drop me like a habit
Can't touch me, like a magnet with poles that are not attracted
Just like I said on that song that I dropped with Travis
Hunt you like a rabbit
Holes mold and attracting maggots
Step back or it'll happen
If you don't wanna get burned
Then don't play with a pack of matches
I hit you in the face til it's funny, call that slapstick
Snap you in half like a cheap piece of plastic
Yeah I'm skinny but I'll leave you in the past tense
Burn shit down cause I'm built like a matchstick
Burn shit down, with a flick, like a lighter
If you run your mouth, run them hands like a fighter
Heart of a bull and the soul of a tiger
Eyes full of anger, strike of a viper
Knee to your skull it get crushed like a beer can
Nothing can fuck up your life the way fear can
I'm never scared, that's just my opponents
This closed fist will cause new wounds to open
And as far as violence? I do not condone it
I have simply chose it in the heat of the moment
That is not true, I lie with no one to report to
And violence is always the choice that I resort to
They call me cash cow, they be feeding off me
I'm a golden goose, they be breathin on me
They got you gassed up, what you breathin homie
You get smacked up, if you speakin on me
Back up, don't keep a heater on me
Here's a secret, I don't need one homie
I'll be first, you will be below me
And I swing first, you ain't swinging on me
Talkin shit? You gonna see knuckle
Hit you so hard with the belt that your knees buckle
Head to a skillet you gettin steamed up
I'll flatten you and then I'll flip you over like a quesadilla
Your ending? That shit's tragic
You hate me? Don't fuck with that shit
Are you crazy? Yeah I'm batshit
And I'll burn you, I'm a matchstick
I hit you in the face til it's funny, call that slapstick
Snap you in half like a cheap piece of plastic
Yeah I'm skinny but I'll leave you in the past tense
Burn shit down cause I'm built like a matchstick (yeah)
Somebody burned their house down
Because they were playing with matches

Written by:
Chase O'Hanrahan

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