Violent J - Pyromaniac lyrics

[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**h up, burn this b**h 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** down! All of it! (hot, hot, hot) I'll burn this whole sh** down! All of it! (burn, burn burn) I'll burn this whole sh** down! All of it! (hot, hot, hot) I'll burn this whole sh** 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**in 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**in' homeless, I burnt down my home Burned my a** 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**h up, sh**'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** 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]