Storm About To Burst

[Verse]
How can a man built from proud legacy pretend reality is only he?
You want a dream where we don't disagree
Because we do now you won't talk to me?
You wore your wrath like a pig in a pit
A tantrum sung by a coward
I gave a hand and you spit in my palm
I feel it brewing for you
Like a storm about to burst (on you)
Like a spell about to curse
Like a sword about to knight
Like a dog about to bite
You throw a gig we bust it
We hear your name we cuss it
We don't want you around