| Song | Fireball |
| Artist | 7eventhirty |
| Album | Heaven's Computer |
| [Verse 1: 7evenThirty] | |
| They call me the angel of death | |
| Sent to bring the pain til it ain’t nothin’ left | |
| Seatbelt tight strapped in the Black Falcon, sound system bangin’ one decibel to deaf | |
| Shot me in a rocket down to Earth sole mission is to make more listeners | |
| Take no prisoners/ Rated R take apart *****s violent/ Can’t look away | |
| Made an art with it stylish/ Hardcore *****t | |
| *****s ‘round my way they all sick, but bossman sent me | |
| Say I slay the hardest/ I don’t know maybe it’s the way I disregard *****t | |
| I been doing this for centuries/ Eat ‘em all quick | |
| Where I come from is where they can’t hear you scream | |
| No mercy, blood thirsty, all black, mean/ We seek ‘em out, ***** ‘em out, clean ‘em out, leave | |
| Jump planet to planet, repeat the same thing | |
| [Hook] | |
| [2X] | Come on/ Get it crunk one time/ Jump the ***** up, get ya hands high/ Tear this *****t up, set it on fire/ Ya all outta time/ Ya all gotta die |
| [Verse 2: 7evenThirty] | |
| Pierce through the stratosphere, now breaking a****osphere | |
| Fallin’ straight down, headed fast for the clouds | |
| A thousand miles per hour as I ride in the ****pit you see the fire | |
| Unidentified Falling Object Like...[BOOM]/ I just bust through a plane | |
| People flying everywhere, heavy metal flames | |
| The wind feels strange, cause the windchill changed, now my wind *****eld’s stained with entrails and brains | |
| Whippers on/ I bring lightning storms | |
| The power causes city lights to flicker off and on | |
| Feel the noise when the hand of God touch down. Sonic boom sound | |
| Crater in the ground/ Witness the pre-apocalyptic sound | |
| This is the end, ain’t no use for optimism now | |
| So hold tight and keep up with the body count | |
| Cause I’m ‘bout to flip the style and I’m ‘bout to hit the ground right now | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1: 7evenThirty | |
| They call me the angel of death | |
| Sent to bring the pain til it ain' t nothin' left | |
| Seatbelt tight strapped in the Black Falcon, sound system bangin' one decibel to deaf | |
| Shot me in a rocket down to Earth sole mission is to make more listeners | |
| Take no prisoners Rated R take apart s violent Can' t look away | |
| Made an art with it stylish Hardcore t | |
| s ' round my way they all sick, but bossman sent me | |
| Say I slay the hardest I don' t know maybe it' s the way I disregard t | |
| I been doing this for centuries Eat ' em all quick | |
| Where I come from is where they can' t hear you scream | |
| No mercy, blood thirsty, all black, mean We seek ' em out, ' em out, clean ' em out, leave | |
| Jump planet to planet, repeat the same thing | |
| Hook | |
| [2X] | Come on Get it crunk one time Jump the up, get ya hands high Tear this t up, set it on fire Ya all outta time Ya all gotta die |
| Verse 2: 7evenThirty | |
| Pierce through the stratosphere, now breaking a osphere | |
| Fallin' straight down, headed fast for the clouds | |
| A thousand miles per hour as I ride in the pit you see the fire | |
| Unidentified Falling Object Like... BOOM I just bust through a plane | |
| People flying everywhere, heavy metal flames | |
| The wind feels strange, cause the windchill changed, now my wind eld' s stained with entrails and brains | |
| Whippers on I bring lightning storms | |
| The power causes city lights to flicker off and on | |
| Feel the noise when the hand of God touch down. Sonic boom sound | |
| Crater in the ground Witness the preapocalyptic sound | |
| This is the end, ain' t no use for optimism now | |
| So hold tight and keep up with the body count | |
| Cause I' m ' bout to flip the style and I' m ' bout to hit the ground right now | |
| Hook |