The Storm

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
Crime assassin, black mask passing cops
Black model on my lap without a stash spot
We snatch guap, the gate keeper of our block
Non stop, the Grim Reaper the mascot
Killing the game, crack pots, head shots
And animosity leaves nothing but dead punks
Finding bodies in dump trucks they high as fuck
I shoot’em outta the sky faster than Duck Hunt
Motha fucka I’m coming straight from the Dirty Dozen
While I’m hustlin’ I’m cuffing a Mac Eleven, and puffin nothing but cannabis
Double cup with Robitussin, I’m an animal, rap cannibal y’all the supper
And I’ll be busting your skull cap when I aim, I’ll have them ducking like Hunch back of Notre Dame
Wanna be known? Well nigga this is the cost of fame
I’ll make some pasta outta a nigga’s brain

[Chorus: Matthew The Artist]
All smashing, backing in I’ma brеak those
Smart Passing, gassing it I forsake hoes
Small gashеs, cracking it like an egg tho
Storm passes, trashing it up in eight rows
All smashing, backing in I’ma break those
Smart Passing, gassing it I forsake hoes
Small gashes, cracking it like an egg tho
Storm passes, trashing it up in eight rows

[Verse 2: Matthew The Artist]
Who woulda thought I’d be up in this Pantheon
Deciding what plan he’s on
Get slapped with a party thong, man he’s gone
On the daily you anti-gargantuan
You failing I can’t be wrong
The ceiling get ready fall (whoosh)
This a killing-spree, Columbine to your blood-line
Ya feeling me, stop the time for the dollar sign
But, I don’t pause the rhyme when I’m getting green, I’m hulking shit
Fuck you telling me, she getting D like a spelling-bee
Back in the L A B, and my albums are like photos with the way they developing
Now that I’m getting self empowerment
Cause now your powers flipped from the switch
Then go to the corner and found you cowering
With all these curses I’m blurting at all you worthless vermin
It’s working I got you nervous, reverting to this monster
Devouring the roster, the Martyr of rap I’m larger than that
Conjure the strap, now you all can go and kiss on these balls in my sack (haha)

[Chorus: Matthew The Artist]
All smashing, backing in I’ma break those
Smart Passing, gassing it I forsake hoes
Small gashes, cracking it like an egg tho
Storm passes, trashing it up in eight rows
All smashing, backing in I’ma break those
Smart Passing, gassing it I forsake hoes
Small gashes, cracking it like an egg tho
Storm passes, trashing it up in eight rows