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storms - fire caster lyrics
intro
[wildcat sound]
about to eat ya’ll up
verse 1
up to bat is a screamer
jam so hard that you shatter your femur
plan faux pas like your bladder is squeemish
stand with gods, got a badder demeanor
out of body hippie when it hits me
got the illest flow east of the mississippi
try and spit like me, you’ll be sippin’ out a sippy
try and chill like, you’ll be piffin’ in a jiffy
huh sh-t, and i ain’t even tipsy
sixteen shots, turn your drama to a mystery
st–z so heavy hercules couldn’t lift me
breeze so steady, flippin’ trees like a misty
so if you can, come and get this mister
if i’m k!lling the game, then i’m murdering hipsters
if our sk!lls are the same, then you’ll verbally blister
if there’s pills for the reign, then i’m currently pfizer
hook
so practiced, i’m a master of this art
an addict, getting plastered after dark
m-s-ch-stic raps, fire caster for the charts
sparks catching flame way faster than you thought
x2
verse 2
what you know about a monsoon?
bomb you, run a marathon cuz it’s on dude
come through, hit a slip n slide with a blonde nude
ah shoot, storms brutalize them with a strong shoe
….that means my foots in your r-ct-m
battle me, need b-tt plugs for protection
the calvary, all unsung and irrelevant
decapitate kids if they think about meddling
i would say my rap’s crack, but it’s cliche
so instead i’ll call it groovy, oh behave
i would trust the government, but i don’t want to be slave
so instead i’m gunna cut it, see what remains
i’m a zombie, i need brains
ho’s strapped to me for support, like a knee brace
know i got a tripod, wanna get defaced
after which i say “bye ma!” then their number gets erased
hook x 2
verse 3
i’m pumping up the place
funking up the place, something like a free base
flavor’s hot, like if you eat mace
all up in the spot, so without further delay
storms, the dorm living, beatin’ down corny norms
and swarmin’ hip-hop in amazing form
i rip the beat and leave it torn
feel it from your feet to your hand on the h-rn
i was born, six eleven
ever since i’ve been crowned a reverend
rap junkie veteran, big things is destined
never claim second
i’m just getting started, why you still resting?
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