Perfect Storm

[Intro]

Scott Storch

[Verse 1]

Ah, shit, you see Webb and Storch

Combine a perfect storm that's formin’ over your porch

With the Adderall in the pouch, pullin' up in a Porsche

And I'm goin’ sick right from the moment he hit record

I have proven year after year they cannot ignore me

Yeah, this honkey's hunky dory

I'm back as derogatory as ever

With middle fingers, I'm flippin the top forty

Sorry momma, I'ma need you to clean out the closet for me

I am the early two thousands trapped in a guy

Personified and perfected all without havin' a try

And a few that have lived are savage as I

Just snorted a pill but can't tell if I'm actually high

Got a tolerance for drugs but no tolerance for the game

Full of wack ass rappers all sounding the fuckin’ same

And whenever I get mentioned they pretend that they don’t know me

But that's only ’cause these faggots are scared to utter my name

[Chorus]

Uh, I'ma shoot my shot

You ain't steppin' into the shoes I got

Yeah, that dude y’all not

Fuck shit up and turn the world upside down

Uh, let me boost my stock

Push the hand up on the doomsday clock

Yeah, that dude y'all not

Fuck shit up and turn the world upside down

[Verse 2]

Woah, now

Came from the underground

Like night of the living dead but I'm creepin' without a sound

Set to fuckin' snap

They tell me I'm tightly wound

Therapist won't say I'm crazy but I know she wrote it down

Every time I tell her shit she just puts her head in her hands

Like how my drug budget is over seventy grand

And how my way of meetin' women is yellin' "get in the van"

See, Shady really should've written that letter to Stan

'Cause that pregnant chick in the trunk lived and gave birth

Put the kid up for the adoption not knowin' what he was worth

So he grew up in Connecticut, nice, goin' to church

And showered in love, needed for nothin' but feelin' cursed

There was trauma that he couldn't describe, he would observe

And as he got older those demons were gettin' worse

By the time that he learned the truth, he ain't even cared that it hurt

And now he has returned and I'm takin' over the earth

[Chorus]

Uh, I'ma shoot my shot

You ain't steppin' into the shoes I got

Yeah, that dude y'all not

Fuck shit up and turn the world upside down

Uh, let me boost my stock

Push the hand up on the doomsday clock

Yeah, that dude y'all not

Fuck shit up and turn the world upside down

[Verse 3]

Was a conspiracy theorist way before the hype in a fervor

I'm honestly surprised I'm not suicided or murdered

I wrote lyrics to this beat that were exposing pizza gate

But couldn't find 'em, I guess Hillary's back to wipin' the servers

Been a problem child, they always said I'm a little odd

Learned how to piss off people and made that shit a job

Pullin' up with Andrew Tate to the women's march and

Bumpin' new Kanye shit at the synagogue

I'm shadow banned but I'm makin' some decent bread

But ain't makin' too many friends with the crazy shit that I've said

Snatch the MAGA hat right off of Tom MacDonald's head

And send him back up to Canada with a maple leaf instead

And that goes for Dax also 'cause y'all so damn trash

I can't hold back and y'all know

I keep my shit raw so sorry, that's how it goes

What you gonna do about it?

Nothin' I thought so, uh

[Chorus]

Uh, I'ma shoot my shot

You ain't steppin' into the shoes I got

Yeah, that dude y'all not

Fuck shit up and turn the world upside down

Uh, let me boost my stock

Push the hand up on the doomsday clock

Yeah, that dude y'all not

Fuck shit up and turn the world upside down

[Outro]

Webby, Scott Storch, Let's go