8-bit Pyro Techniques Lyrics

Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Motherf*cker.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Bitch.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Yay, yay!
We don't need no humans, let the motherf*ckers burn!

Hanging curtains up and down the surrounding walls,
'Cause that's exactly what the f*ck 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, bitch!
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 damn 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, motherf*cker?!
This suit will protect me as your ass burn up.
Off your f*cking burning corpse, I'll light a big ass blunt
And yell big ass bluffs.
Blow the smoke in your face,
'Cause humans are a motherf*cking God damn disgrace, bitch!

Pyro techniques. Burn that shit all down,
Motherf*cker!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Bitch!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Say what!?
We don't need no humans, let the motherf*ckers burn!

I'm burning up all bitches 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 f*ckin' ass then I go stoke Simota.
Don't give a shit about anything that breathes.
Torch this f*cking club up before we rob your dead ass and leap.
I might f*ck a corpse or seven on my way out.
Give the f*ckin' Mormons and Midway a f*ckin' shout out.

I'm gonna burn this motherf*ckin' place down.
Your ass 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 poop.