Coming in like a storm, not all that bright
In movies, the lead and the light
Slow of his drawl, not wanting to fight
Flying high, as a kite

Noisy and strong, as bongos on lawn
Toking good **** so totally gone
Naked and freed, holding a ****
Singing his own little song

Escorted to jail, a lawyer-less plight
Selling Lincolns, an acting blight
Batten down your hatches, making them tight
Always saying "Alright, alright, alright"

As hurricanes go, we all wish you to know
Matthew the villain, tonight