
Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stormin tha Gatez |
Fuck you then, bitch! |
Yo, hey yo |
It be the animalistic, sadistic, cryptic mystic with the mega ballistics |
Check the statistics |
I’m stealing your sister’s digits |
Rippin' timid midgets tippin infinite whippets |
Sitting back, developing cataracts fast, from all these trash Millennial wack |
rap acts |
Oh, you call yourself a gangbangin' thug |
Counting stacks and making racks off your trash raps, bitch relax |
We all know |
You’re still at the home with both your folks |
You never been poked, you never fucked those hoes |
You never even held a gun before |
Silly bitches pretending they whippin' shit in the kitchen, well listen |
Go and find your 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 fucking pack |
Welcome back to the real deal, it’s a 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 your face, just face it |
Cus' 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 a prescription |
Find a comfy place, where you can sit down, now |
Load a clip and put it in your mouth and bite down |
But before you go splat, think back to another time |
Where 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 motherfucking subject, pussy |
Lean, backwoods, gold chains, and xanax |
Nobody gives a fuck how much you spending on your Amex |
Well fuck that shit, bitch I’m snorting motherfucking anthrax |
Chop it up with an axe |
Kick back, relax |
I’ll beat myself with a bat |
Cus' I’m a maniac, in fact |
I’ll ask your fucking 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, and say |
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 |
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