| Song Title: | FUSE | |
| Artist: | Linkin Park | |
| Hits (Month): | 45 | |
| Hits (Total): | 56 | |
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| Lyrics: | Of course you know what a fuse is...
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder When you strike a match and light it It burns, fitfully, sputteringly to it's end At which there is, a little surprise Krypton, short suit MCs you'll be ripped on You fell off and it's my lyric sheet you just slipped on Get gone, spit on mic's made in Hong Kong Rock on, sing songs, were mightier than King Kong A donkey, you think you want me or want this Want some, hold your reputation for ransom With these here, handsomely crafted tactics To break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic Galactic, space now, yeah that grabs attention Crackheads nodded like a pest can't even mention Right a pest traps gas tracks in sections Kid steps this, he needs witness protection Trying to see while I Can you see it? I'll be here Trying to see while I If you see it I'll be here It was the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrum Hear one, lalala loose, find me fearsome Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion Shall I go on, cruise run like rebels Enola Gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level In intesity, send back attacks that you sent to me Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me MP3 versus R33 MCs Swiss cheese your gear putting shrapnel in the breeze We're lead MCs with enemy companies With my hand full of lyrics talking 'bout you want these? Please, don't even speak the name of channels And low gadget mic shit, put it down like pens For my friends and my fam Let them dodge it around This mic shot through the back of an MCs hand With |
Linkin Park | > FUSE
