[Intro]
Thunderstorm, thunderstorm
Lightning, it frightening

[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
Coming like a fucking storm
Gonna take bull by the horn
I like making music
I know how to use it
Buy a clarinet, yeah that shit come in two piece
Whipping up a storm, you can call me Thor
When I use my hammer to break down your fucking door
Got that norse blood anyway
You wanna come out and play?
I be waiting every day
My song like a mockingjay
Welcome to the frey, let me show you around
I might just be profound, so please don't hit the ground
Or I'll hit you with these bars, they like steel rods
I've been popping pods
But I think the biggest factor, I rap like a nuclear reactor
Could be an actor
But I'm gonna stick to this shit
Cause I know this shit the best
Y'all better get ready for the final test

[Chorus: The Fatal Sling]
I be taking the rap game by storm
Bitch I don't fuck with norms
Grabbed a bull by the horns
Gonna prick you with some thorns
From this rose that was thrown by a girl, while she did a little twirl
And y'all little bitches be begging for mercy
Come up on me and show me your pursie
You know you can't compete
Might as well declare defeat
And I got Thievin on this track, so y'all can't even talk smack!

[Verse 2: Thievin]
AY!
It's a new day, ready for payload
Another AK, let that motherfucker spray
And I hit em with the blade, now beyblade
Bitches talk shit everyday
And we kicking the dough when I set them and I go mass with the flow
Bitch I’m on a rolex, and we can go fuck them
And then I go to fuck in control getting my payroll, never need no hoe
Fuck that!
Se just how I rap fresh tic tac, unload nine mag mac attack track
Mac attack and I hit em in the back, how about that?
Bitch I don’t even need the stick, use only my fists say nothing my wit
Still break down the bitch, yea I was there
I was once chilling, like a villain
Got no cold, got no hoe and I hit em with the dough
Okay I was once there
Now I give no fuck about anything, I mean anything
Now or never thing
Still I’m on the thing
Just pass ample things
Can’t live with that shit

[Bridge: The Fatal Sling]
Thunderstorm, thunderstorm
Lightning, it frightening

[Chorus 2: The Fatal Sling]
That was Thievin
Y'all can't even compete'n
We be taking the rap game by storm
Bitch we don't fuck with norms
Grabbed a bull by the horns
Gonna prick you with some thorns
From this rose that was thrown by a girl, while she did a little twirl
And y'all little bitches be begging for mercy
Come up on me and show me your pursie
You know you can't compete
Might as well declare defeat
Don't wanna put you in the ground, so please just stay down

[Verse 3: The Fatal Sling]
Hey, you okay?
Standing out another day
Please get out of the way
Have to push you down, drag you out of town
Bitch you got a fucking frown!
You disgrace to the human race
I'll spray you with mace
Insulting my bars, gonna hit you with a car and drive real far
Look like you been struck by lightning
Insighting
Enlightening
Thats how I do when I hit you with this storm
It's an art form
Let me reform
And rephrase
And emphasize
I love this shit and I'll never stop
I'll see you at the top
Get ready for my fucking mic drop