Mister Burnem
Album: How to be Hard
By: The Sunset Kid
By: The Sunset Kid
Duration
3:37
Genres
Description
The latest underground rap headbanger from The Sunset Kid! Your boy borrowed the name "Mister Burnem" from the character Lester Burnham (pronounced "burn em") in the movie "American Beauty". As I recall, in one scene Lester is smoking a joint with the character Ricky Fitts who lives next door. Ricky says something about "Burnham" being a fitting name for someone who smokes. I thought that was pretty funny.
Lyrics
Verse 1: Here's a little song I wrote and since it's written by me, you know it's got to be dope. So here we go. I blow minds with my extraordinary vocals. From coast to coast. I'd like to propose a toast to the pioneers of this genre. Phantom of the opera. Here to bring drama and do mischief. Who is it? Mister Burnem. Bezerker. A hard worker. No doubt, yo, I make it happen for people who think it can't happen. Punk ass bitches talk shit and get smacked in the mouth. A humiliating experience. Today's lesson? Take life seriously. Big Time Stoak. Ridiculously fresh. You know that this is the best. As good as it gets. Basta rest in peace. Peace to his brother Primo. Haven't seen him in a minute but you know we go back. Burnem on the attack. On track. I look inside myself and see my heart is black. A rolling stone for real. Can you feel the realness? I'm down to earth and always have been a realist. Devious. Vicious. You cannot fuck with this. The sound is magical. Seems like it's supernatural. It's never ending. Burnem the living legend. I keep it moving making it look like I'm superhuman. Yo, don't ever try to play me. That's suicide. I would tell to ask those who've tried but they all died. A bonafide hellraiser. Certified hellspawn. I've been the man ever since I was born. Hook (X2): You're listening to the sounds of Acid. It's classic material. You're listeninig to Big Fucking Stoak the Imperial. You're listening to the sounds of Stomp and Crush. It's a miracle. You're listening to Big Fucking Stoak the Imperial. Verse 2: Diabolic. You know I stay alcoholic. I just cut back a little bit. I come equipped with ill lyrical magic. A miracle on 44th street. Twoface. Agony. I generate heat naturally and bring insanity. Calamity. I'm doing my thing. Don't get mad at me. I have the audacity. Yep, big balls for all broads. Barbarian. Warlord. Taking heads off with one swing of my sword. Then I exit the stage to the sound of applause. The audience goes wild and roars for an encore. They can't wait for me to come back out on tour. They cannot get enough of the uncut raw bumrush. After one hit, you need more. It's never enough. I keep my sound rugged and rough. Adrenaline rush. Plus, I don't sweat small stuff. So I remain on course and come equipped with X-Force. Lyrical blowtorch. I scorch the earth's surface. Serve my purpose. I'll toss you in a furnace. The creep reemerges. I go all out and represent my tribe. An archangel doing battle with the satan inside. Twoface. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. I haunt my enemies all the way into the afterlife. Nowhere to run. It's not safe anymore. My liquid venom. It's sick. I'm too hardcore. New & exclusive fluids. Natural juices. I jump on the mic and get verbally abusive...
