Illegal Foods · Track 3 · middle
Salami Fever
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Lyrics
[Intro — spoken/whispered] Yeah… You feel that heat comin'? That's the fever, baby. [Verse 1] I'll burn you like a laser, I'll cut you like a razor, Slow-cooked in my crosshairs, now who's the number one hater? Kicked in like an acre, of trouble at your door, I don't knock, I don't whisper, I just tear up the score. [Pre-Chorus] It does seem like some strangers messin' with the Texas Rangers — bad idea, bad timing, now you're playing with the danger. [Chorus] Bustin' through your back door, choppin' up your hardwood floor, eager like a beaver, I'm givin' you salami fever! (Salami fever!) Burn you like a laser, cut you like a razor — you caught it, now you're a believer, I'm givin' you salami fever! [Verse 2] I move like the weather, gettin' worse, never better, sealed and signed and delivered, like a threat in a letter. Cool under pressure, hot as a wire, I don't play with a lighter, I just walk in on fire. [Pre-Chorus] It does seem like some strangers messin' with the Texas Rangers — they don't blink, they don't bargain, they just measure up the hangers. [Chorus] Bustin' through your back door, choppin' up your hardwood floor, eager like a beaver, I'm givin' you salami fever! (Salami fever!) Burn you like a laser, cut you like a razor — you caught it, now you're a believer, I'm givin' you salami fever! [Bridge — drop out, just bass and voice] Nowhere left to run to, nowhere left to hide, I'm the itch you can't scratch, I'm the chill up your spine. Call the doc, call your mama, call whoever you please — ain't no cure in the county for a fever like this. [Build] Beaver… laser… razor… back door… hardwood… danger… here it comes, here it comes, here it comes — [Final Chorus — big, everybody in] Bustin' through your back door, choppin' up your hardwood floor, eager like a beaver, I'm givin' you salami fever! (Salami fever!) Burn you like a laser, cut you like a razor — you caught it, now you're a believer, I'm givin' you SALAMI FEVER! [Outro — fading, half-laughing] Yeah… you got it now. Ain't no shakin' it. Salami fever, baby. Sleep tight.