Pyromaniax (Arsonists)

Phone ringing.... Little girl Monkey, where you at monkey 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'm a 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 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 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 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