Pyromaniac Lyrics

Pyromaniac Lyrics by Violent J :
[Verse 1]
Six full cans of gas in the back of my truck
Smellin’ like fumes as I circle the block
I’m gonna burn this b*tch up, burn this b*tch up
Fire starts small but it quickly gets up
I built me a gas-gun and sprayed the basement
And stand with the crowd to watch with amazement
Tennants coming home wonderin’ where their place went
Anything flamable burned to the pavement
I start fires in appartments, buildings and houses
Gasoline douses, fire arouses
I’m a pyromaniac chemical brainiac
Morph any structure into charcoal black
I’ll burn this place down
Charred bodies found face down
I love the sirens, a mental case clown
I smoke blunts in a gasoline bathtub
Burn a skyscrapper, into a stub

[Hook]
I’ll burn this whole sh*t down!
All of it! (hot, hot, hot)
I’ll burn this whole sh*t down!
All of it! (burn, burn burn)
I’ll burn this whole sh*t down!
All of it! (hot, hot, hot)
I’ll burn this whole sh*t down!
All of it! (burn, burn burn)

[Verse 2]
I start forest fires, burn telephone poles
Ignite the wires, til something explodes
It’s the heat, I love it as the flames burn brighter
I burnt my own lips off, with a lighter
And f*ckin half my fingers, the smoke: it lingers
Down-town nightclubs and bars are ringers
I just roll a grenade out on the dance floor
And watch from a parking lot, flames; they roar
Flames burn anything, they can get they hands on
I’m f*ckin’ homeless, I burnt down my home
Burned my ass off, when I sat on a bonfire
Detroit revels by the time I admire
Set a truck on fire and drove it through a Wendy’s
Burned down a Quik Stop and fire-bombed Denny’s
I’m sickly in love with the heat of the flames
And I’ll burn this b*tch up, sh*t’s off the chain!

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Hotter than the flames in hell!
I love it hotter than the falames in hell! (hot, hot, hot)
Hotter than the flames in hell!
I love it hotter than the falames in hell! (burn, burn, burn)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Call a fire truck I’ll burn it to the core
Smoke billows in the sky when gasoline pours
I was clothes in it, I f*ck hoes in it; I’ll admit it
I love knowin’ I could blow any minute
And the bigger the better, the brighter the tighter
From a cigarette bud, to a California brush fire
I’ll take the rush higher, and burst into flames
Only teeth and bones remain and I love this

[Bridge]

[Hook]