The Wrath

[Swifty McVay] You can feel this wrath It makes me laugh How it's easy to snatch your cash with no mask An evil demeanor Leave out jeans and flip flops With a bloody wife beater, see me In front of your house wheezing Squeezing a pistol In the other hand it's a pitchfork I'll hit ya With accurate precision That means I ain't missing I specialize in splitting wigs from a far distance 20 years, I can spot a bitch nigga by listening To his tone and rhythm, stop [?] You ain't hitting nothing I could interrupt your session With the push of a button While you up in the booth cussing and fronting Your shit won't happen While I'm grabbing a mag you reach for your pen and pad Nigga I ain't no bitch I break the mic over your head while your engineer is screaming in high pitch [Diabolic] After years of evolution moving inches My DNA evolved to a superhuman sickness Short circuit in my brain A few computer glitches Act a fool, snatching jewels and crucifixes In the music business, eating some crumbs Creeping the slums Waiting for the reaper to come Mix weed in my lungs with a liter of rum And I'm possessed by a demon Speaking in tongues Unforgettable dope Twice the medical dose Got you feeling the beat like you're checking it's pulse Expecting results, no federal notes Hoes ripping off their clothes like The Incredible Hulk So I'm letting the folks know I'm usually calm Burning trees like Napalm, through Vietnam A short fuse wired to a nuclear bomb Smacking Primadonnas out their Louis Vuitton, it's on