L.A.’s on fire—again!

[Instrumental intro] [Intro] L.A.’s on fire—again! The hills are hotter than your ex’s boyfriend. The city’s a mess, but we still gon’ flex, This apocalypse slaps harder than my rent check. [Verse 1] Yo, the hills are alive…with the sound of screaming, Karen’s on Nextdoor, conspiracies gleaming. “The fire’s 5G, I saw it on Fox!” While I’m roasting marshmallows in my Crocs. Jake Paul’s backyard is a new fire pit, He said, “Smash that like, don’t forget to sub, kid!” Elon’s out here with his flamethrower friends, But the Tesla’s on fire and it still costs ten. Hollywood Bowl? More like Hollywood Roast, But influencers still out here doin’ the most. “YOLO,” they said, “the fire’s a vibe,” Now they’re TikToking live from the 405. [Chorus] (Oh damn!) L.A.’s burnin’, what a scene, Karen’s outside yelling, “This is NOT gluten-free!” (Get low!) Fire’s hot but the takes are hotter, Even Starbucks ran out of pumpkin water. [Verse 2] The Capitol Records sign is dripping like cheese, Now it says, “Cali is cooked, send help, please.” Griffith Observatory’s gone up in flames, But someone graffitied it with “FOLLOW MY PAGE!” Insurance guy’s crying, “We’re losing it all!” But Netflix just greenlit a show called Fireball. Hollywood stars are now BBQ sauce, But don’t worry, Jeff Bezos still found a loss. Billionaires parachute with bags of cash, Bought the ashes, said, “We’ll build more trash.” Meanwhile, I’m out here, drinking boxed wine, ‘Cause who needs therapy when chaos aligns? [Chorus] (Oh damn!) L.A.’s burning, what a scene, The Palisades look like a grill for vegans’ dreams. (Get low!) The rich evacuate by yacht, While I’m here cooking ramen on my parking lot. [Bridge] Fire season’s here like pumpkin spice lattes, With Karen out here yelling, “WHAT DID BILL GATES SAY?!” The Walk of Fame stars are literal toast, Hollywood’s rebooting 2020: The Roast. Elon Musk dropped merch: “Flameproof hats,” But the shipping’s delayed, so he blamed the rats. Meanwhile, some dude’s out looting a Tesla, “Free flamethrower with purchase,”—thanks, Alexa! [Chorus] (Oh damn!) L.A.’s burnin’, time to party, The apocalypse sponsored by Bacardi! (Get low!) Flames rise, but my vibes are chill, I’ll post “#Blessed” while we fry on this hill. [Outro] So here we are, flames licking the sky, Karen’s still yelling, “This fire is a lie!” Jake Paul’s livestreaming from a burning couch, While I’m out back, frying eggs on my house. (Oh damn!) This city’s done, but it’s fine, The fire’s hot, but my mixtape’s divine. (Get low!) L.A.’s chaos is the best we’ve got, ‘Cause who needs peace when the fire’s this hot? [Fade to end]