And I'ma get me some gasoline and
burn down the whole scene
Wicked rhymes I be wrestling
You better cover your ass 'cause
I fuck 'em up and fuck 'em up good
Freak the funk so I fuck it
Burn your house to the ground
The type of arsonist niggas never ever seen
If you saw me on the scene see me
burn you like a drippy dick
Watch a nigga get ill like
Gasoline will spill from here to Louiseville
I got a flame- thrower, arsonist, suicidalist
Fire man come, buck, buck, buck 'em
Shoot a gas can, and blast your ass man
Shit God damn, I smell smoke
Until I get a turn, burn Hollywood burn
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let
Burn mother fucker, burn till ya ashes
I burn niggas up when I get hot flashes
And choke off the gun smoke
Then blaze that ass like a J on Devil's
I need a light so I can blaze up
Police station, wicket Hell raiser
shit's going up in flames
No evidence, no nothing, no names
Your ass'll be crispy like Kentucky
Cracker, burner, nigga, blacker
Didn't do a thing, with my gasoline
Until I flame broiled your ass
Wanna set a fire? I'll be ya tutor
Burn up ya city like the L.A. looters
When ya set a blaze, ya gotta do it right
Watch, somebody gimme a light