Scott Harrison, pyro king from the Venice sand, Went from boardwalk chaos to blowing up the land. Special effects master, Hollywood’s favorite pyromaniac, Turns movie sets to war zones, watch the whole block crack. Blackhawk flames, desert blasts, making Humvees disappear, Military calls him when they want real fucking fear. Got flash powder in his backpack, black powder in his veins, One spark from this madman and the sky screams his name. Chorus Scott Harrison! Blow it up, blow it up! pyro god, watch the whole world erupt! Fire in his blood, explosion in his soul, Scott Harrison — the one who makes the devil lose control! Boom! Boom! Light that fuse, let it burn! Scott Harrison — make the whole fucking sky learn! Verse 2 He don’t just light fuses, this psycho lives for the glow, Got gasoline in his bloodstream and napalm in his soul. One hand on the detonator, other hand stroking his cock, Watching fireballs swallow the sky while the whole crew gets rocked. Military brass screaming, “Harrison, what the fuck did you do?!” He just grins through the flames, dick hard, covered in residue. From commanding the flame, This Venice Beach savage turned pyro into his game. Bridge One spark, one blast, one beautiful disaster — This crazy fucker turns nights into pure molten rapture! He don’t sleep, he just dreams in fire — ass full of spark plugs, jerking off to napalm porn, Wakes up at dawn with a boner made of thermite and a grin like he was just reborn. Final Chorus Scott Harrison — he ain’t human, he’s a walking goddamn flame, Lights a fuse with his dick and makes the devil feel shame. Venice to mississippi, Hollywood to the sand, Scott Harrison, bitch — he makes empires burn! Boom… boom… motherfucker. Scott Harrison. The Pyro King. And Scott Rolick thanks you for everything he’s learned And thank the lord for putting us in each others path.