The Wrath - Reel Wolf, Diabolic, Sean Strange

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 kiddin'

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

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