Pyromaniax lyrics

Artist  : Arsonists 
Song : Pyromaniax



 Send "Pyromaniax" Ringtone to your Cell 

 phone ringing....

little girl:Monkey, where you at monkey??



[Chorus]

And what, rappers wanna bring it to me

Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so)

And what, yeah we known to blow up the spot

Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot



Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if
you not clever (come on)

Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot
weather

Load the spot better, than you ever will in your
life

Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone
chill with your wife

The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex
style

So the next child that try to front then, I'ma
pull your x-files

That been, hidden for years, and released when i
came

Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my
name

Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and
all

You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you
were bald

Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord,
holding a sword

I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal
cord



You's a fisher price king only eligible to
battle

Saddle ????

Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master
tackle

Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, corrision
shample

Atista Gamble, don't tangle with hard to
handle

Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your
tackle

Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a
pharoah

????split through travels i unravel



[Chorus]



Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab
habit

Excels over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag
nam it)

They pissed off, like missing the toilet

They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin
paper

Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take
ya

I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold
the device

Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like three
mice

Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong
stick

That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long
cord and the track one

i smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting
up

Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing
up

In the meantime, disinfect your filth club,
filled with clean rhyme

Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to
better dream mine

Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big
enough for the both of us

No chance of redemption like broken trust

Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three
liter bottle

Rap and let it go flat

Off duty officers in brooklyn better go
strap...



Don't knock me cuz you can't rock me

Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as
copy

Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, cuz
you choppy

You should specialize in copies like kinkos

Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i
don't think so

Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro

Now catch your career going down the sink yo

My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get
cops

I rip shops and flip hot fat like hitchcock

Outta space i roll with spock, lyrically kill
herbs,

When i spill verbs, direct actors like
speilberg,

Run with ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit
me off yo

I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the north
pole

You soft so, really awful, i rock the grand
flow

You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo,
multiplied by commando

Tell your whole crew, i told you i wreck those
too

Make you vocal, i'm express you local, call and
sick, you saw my click

Your chances are steal it and straws and
sticks



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