Pyromaniax Lyrics - Arsonists

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 

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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 'cause 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, 'cause 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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