Hook::K0r3: Pyromania--// Bring the pain to ya--// give me a match or a lighter put a flame on ya--// set a house on fire put the blame on ya--// its Pyromania a way to maintain the rush//


V1.
K0r3::my passion for rappin has no comparison to lightin sum shit ablaze//
from matches to hot wax-its endless the amount of ways//
I Just love the rush when I light some brush//
Leaves ashes whiter than an elephants tusk//
From dawn to dusk you can find me in my field//
Lightin' shit on fire I don't care if it's a banana peel//
As long as it makes a flame I can touch and feel//
then youll hear me fuckin squeal//
the smoke gets in my eyes but that don't make me tear//
it's the sheer love I share for the flame its like my cure//
whenever I feel down I just find a colorin book wit clowns//
and quickly frowns turn to smiles as the paper browns and burns into the ground//
in schoo all I do is day dream of ice cream and how the flame gleams//
and it seems it clears my mind clears all of the voices and the silent screams//
in my dreams I have wings and paper and a lighter//
wait is that the creed dude singin (Can you take me higher)//
I'm in the pyro's heaven where shit a flames the only weapon//
Where watchin 2 fires go is like watchin professional wrestlin'//
A constant competition to see whos the fastest spread and the strongest//
Or whos ballistic blaze lasts the longest//
Fire without you id be fuckin crazy//
Fire when I light you its like makin a baby//

Hook::Krimzen:Its da.....Mania of da pyros// fire hos, and black smokin clothes// Fire is what it all about yo, so dont b frontin cuz, deep inside ya no//Fuck gas ill lite ya ass, and watch ya burn ta ash// Its Pyromania a way to maintain da rush//

V.2
Krimzen::All i need is a nutch, some papa, and toxic fumes//
Gas or oil, spread it all around, lyte it and watch me blow up da whole damn room//
Its a certain rush u get, when u watch the flames switch//
Hit up da box hitch, and watch sparks fly all ova da shit//
Red, orange, and yello, risin from da duplex of fires//
Neva put da shit out, feed it more, make it go higher//
I dont give a fuck were i b at, i could b any where and still lite of da yack//
When im around, bitches betta step back, cuz ders no tellin what i could do wit just one match//
Fuck, when i die, imma b thrilled ta go down ta hell//
Me and Satan sendin yo rotin corpse in da fite, den sit back in chill//
The flames illuminating glow sets ones mind in a trance//
Excapen me, u got no chance, one glance, ill lit a match in ya pants, and den watch and laf is u do some corny ass dance//
I sleep, eat, dream, and think of fire, so im pretty sure im affected by heat//
I gots hot feet, i suggest u dont fall asleep, cuz u'll b wakein up to an ash pit, 6 feet deep//
Im lyk a dragon, spit fire and breath smoke//
On da mic I'll leave ya 2 choke, da shit fillin up ya throat, any minute now and u readin to croak//
Just one clap, and it all lit lyk dat, not knowin what hit u 'till ya get smacked//
Da fire and smoke bringin it 2 ya chest lyk an asthma attack//

Hook(combined)


dis waz my first open mic, so holla back wit some feedback............*peace*