(Fly By Shooting)
By Syre and Ghetto Blaster
[Ghetto Blaster]
A bird! A plane! No it's superman!
But watch out, he's gone crazy, man!
Goin' roun' fryin' people with his eye-beams
Betta' watch out, he's gonna melt your ice creams!
Zap! Slap! Whap! Bap!
AAAAAAH! How'd he get so mad??!?!
Slam! Wham! Jam! Man!
AAAAAAH! This gon' be so bad!!!
Now he's goin' roun' makin' fly-bys!
Meltin' all ya suckas with the beams from his eyes(eye yis)
You can run boy, but you cannot hide!
Run as fast as you can, still gon' get fried!
Why? Cry! Fry! Die!
AAAAAAH! He's a psychopath!
Hit! Split! Quit, It!
AAAAAAH! Did you hear his laugh?!?!
"Mommy, look!" Metropolis is in flames!
"Mommy, look!" No more super hero games!
The world is doomed, we all gonna die!
You can't hide from the death in the sky!
[SYRE]
You know ya can't escape, he gon' git ya
No matter where ya go, he gon' hit ya!
Wit his eye beams, SLAM!!!
Ain't no runnin' from Superman!!
When you see him in the sky, ya screamin' OH KNISH!
When ya see him flyin' by, yo'self is hit!!
When he comes to town, it's gon' be a disaster
Hear what I mean come straight from Ghetto Blaster!
He's gon' get ya, no need to even run
Faster than a speedin' bullet, that man is da one!
He's gon' do somethin' to ya that won't even be tight!!
Man, you in trouble, I hope ya brought Kryptonite!!!
