Stormin Tha Gatez

(Fuck you then) (Bitch!) (Yo) Ey, yo! I be the animalistic, sadistic, cryptic mystic With the mega ballistics Check the statistics I'm stealin' ya sister's digits Grippin' timid midgets Tippin' infinite whip-its Sittin' back, developin' cataracts fast From all these trash millennial whack rap acts Oh, you call yourself a gangbangin' thug countin' stacks? And makin' racks off ya trash ass raps? Bitch relax! We all know You still live at home with both yo' folks You never been poked You never fucked those hoes You never even held a gun befo' Silly bitches pretending they whippin' shit in the kitchen, well listen Go and find up ya daddy's shiny gun rack Grab the biggest gat, and make it fast before he comes back Good! Now find out where he keeps the bullets at You'll only need one, so don't grab the whole fuckin' pack Welcome back to the real deal, it's the whole meal I'm the illest motherfucker who won't hesitate to break the seal Stormin' the gates, it's back to the basics I'll let you taste it then peel ya face, just face it 'Cause I'm the quickest shit since the invention of the wheel I never fuck with bitches who ain't wearing high heels So kick back and witness the sickness that is this It's Terror Reid up in this, I'm writing up prescriptions Find a comfy place, where you can sit down Now, load the clip and put it in ya mouth and bite down But before you go splat, think back to another time When motherfuckers actually rhymed and crossed the line Man, I'm sick of this shit! Can't understand you when you spit But when I can, it's the same motherfuckin' subject Pussy, lean, Backwoods, gold chains, and Xanax Nobody gives a fuck how much you spendin' on ya Amex Well fuck that shit Bitch, I'm snorting motherfuckin' anthrax! Chop it up with an axe, kick back, relax I'll beat myself with a bat 'Cause I'm a maniac, in fact I'll ask ya fuckin' bitch to spit if I want a comeback Matter of fact, that's only half my ill intentions I'll teleport to the morgue and have a dead corpse convention And after all that, shit, I'll hang up my hat Hey Satan, if you can hear me dawg, please call me back (We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service) (If you feel you have reached this recording at error, please check the number and try your call again)