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Pyro techniques.
Burn that s**t all down,
Motherfker.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that s**t all down,
b*tch.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that s**t all down,
Yay, yay!
We don't need no humans, let the motherfkers burn!
Hanging curtains up and down the surrounding walls,
'Cause that's exactly what the fk it is for y'alls.
With a blinding flash, I'll turn the club to ash
With a slight of hand and a burning match, b*tch!
Board of Safety hate me,
When they pay me a visit I stand still,
So they may mistake me for a trashcan or a water heater.
I'm like the phantom of the high school prom cafeteria.
Just got a God d*mn shipment in of TNT.
Go buy me a glass of US lye,
And it's about time for the finale.
Are you ready to die, motherfker?!
This suit will protect me as your as* burn up.
Off your fking burning corpse, I'll light a big as* blunt
And yell big as* bluffs.
Blow the smoke in your face,
'Cause humans are a motherfking God d*mn disgrace, b*tch!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that s**t all down,
Motherfker!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that s**t all down,
b*tch!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that s**t all down,
Say what!?
We don't need no humans, let the motherfkers burn!
I'm burning up all girls that want and try to diss me.
Lighten up the carpet 'til you activate crispy.
When they all dead, I'm huntin' down the Kimota.
Kill his fkin' as* then I go stoke Simota.
Don't give a s**t about anything that breathes.
Torch this fking club up before we rob your dead as* and leap.
I might fk a corpse or seven on my way out.
Give the fkin' Mormons and Midway a fkin' shout out.
I'm gonna burn this motherfkin' place down.
Your as* either already dead or face down.
Coughing all the way to the coffin.
The fireworks amazin'.
The death count awesome.
I do this often.
My heart be my job.
'Cause on earth- it's all about Iron Hog.
Fireproof; I speak the truth,
While your underwear smellin' like baby po*p.