Equipped By StormTheArsonist Ft ...

0:10 StormTheArsonist verse:

 

Who changes weather, The Storm is getting warm, blowing the doors off your cellar

Hyping the industry like a tesla fully equipped, yeah, smell that leather

having competitors shitting cause I'm clever when I putting scripts together

Born a terror, fuck the prey, I'll be that Pretender, that infinity Pen member

The word play inventor, all in lt, flipping shit like a wall street bets investor

the under dog, the top contender flipping cheddar on those so called aggressors

while i keep it real, I'm smashing these pretenders, from huge to slender

pushing it beyond measures, far better and beyond any of my successors

got a strong vendetta, cross my path, your ass will see my Beretta

I'm a poet, a jester, when it comes to attention I'm always in the center

there is no better, The Arsonist scheme got them feeling the pressure

The trend setter, hungry for a deal like it was my last meal, no Cinderella

defeats forbidden, the death stroke is as written, the name lives on forever

I devour my prey even after they wave the white flag and surrender.

A Hannibal Lector, Say when and I'm like when ever, Bitch!, read the header.

its always a pleasure, to add more heads to the bag I carry full of heads I've severed

I never pull the lever quick, I'm sick, making torcher last forever

I'll Roc-A-Fella quick. I'm Hella slick, quick to drop any competitor.

A mastermind beyond professor's, transforming the game with no strain, yes sir,

this writing obsesser has gotten bigger as i feel the tightness in my sweater,

ask a heifer, I've gotten better then my predecessor. scripts are like word processors

but more then ever. A lyrical Dexter, quick to chop and shred ya, fuck a stretcher

from California to Manchester i slay em down to rot and fester!

how could ya think lesser? I tell ya, these damn kids need to respect their elders

cause when they were in diapers I was busy fucking their ancestors,

giving them a night to remember,

keep it fully loaded, with two hands when i hold it, like my Winchester

and for the record, I silence bitches, I keep them censored with one blow to their dentures.

 

Person verse

 

Equipped with that dogecoin

Yeah you can bet your ass I am the fucking eclipse, I’m on top boy

(I got safemoon too)

Overshadowing all over you with time and service and express it at gun point

I have a set of skills, a list of kills I’ve lived to tell with all this mist of thrill

With a hint of staled cold blood vapors I’m breathing that’s sent from hell

Even my dick’s head got horns poking out like an erection for this game

I just want a quick second to go rape, I got no guidance or direction for which way

I should stick my dick up your asses since my whole mind’s deception is insane

Most of you be stuck at clubs or bars to being hit with some clubs or bars (haha)

You ain’t as tough you thought you was but my rhymes have struck the hearts

Of my opponents to failure, I silently kill you with this suppressor

Yes I’m the gun presser, when tough luck hits ya I’ll just pump lead for

Any negative comment you said, bitch don’t you know I’m Robert Redford

Hailing Hydra since killing high targets while eating outta stuffed bread bowel

Mixed with your body parts after leaving bloody marks on your mom’s table

I’m all unstable, got that phone with lyrical notes ready to just launch danger (⚠️)

When I cause open wounds, just keep on and reapply some more pressure

With these rounds, I’ll never be out, got you sweating like a Ghost Pepper

(shit is spicy)

My whole temper knows better but grows bitter when an asshole enters

In this game and trades it back and forth with some weak ass bone gestures

Imma bring more terror ring your cellar for you to pick it up and throw fingers

When we FaceTime, I don’t play nice, once you step on the center of my sensor all these errors go wherever it remembers to start fighting contenders who are so fucking trash but try to go protect their

Images when they’re a pretender....

I think they forgot I’m the rap savior, the rap simulator to snap entertainers

Aerobatic skills leaving you blasted like an automatic kill, I’m back since your haters

Ya had my pen is training for penetrating through your skin’s goosebumps

If you really got a problem, I got an AR to aim hard when I shoot up,

Man don’t you know already, I’m far more equipped than your are

But you just can’t accept that you lost...

(But wait)

My mind is unfocused like a motion blur

I rhyme like one flawless mic on open floor

I brought my old pen for the occasion of

That I’ll never run out of ink,

But imma just gun out this shit!