[Intro: El-P]
Weathermen
[?]
El-P

[Verse 1: El-P]
When I rush into the set
Spit right on your neck
I got the grimy inside don't give a funk, sound like Lucy in the wet
You motherfuckas look drained
It saturated your brains
And you believe in every piece of propaganda let loose on your pussy ass frame
Enter the architect that don't amount shit
Lost in the chemical mind of my outfit
Weathermen wrote the front, the punk dusty
Question [?] and slit your wrists lovely
And bow down to the new left cult
Before the captain in the cradle [?]
And I'm tryin' not to weave
But motherfuckers make me sick
And if you think that I'm a clown it is because of twenty motherfuckers hoppin' out the whip
Eat a dick, eat a dick
And it's the Weathermen the motherfuckin clique

[Chorus]
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee
[Verse 2: Camu Tao]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Weathermen in the house, punk better watch your step
'Cause you really don;'t know where the Glock is kept
Robbery and progress count the money
I run with young punks that be actin' ugly
We get guns by the truckload, n***a watch out
You a bitch with a snubnose robbin' yo house
If you wanna start beef, I'm supplyin' that
Take your bitch and bike to the street [?]
Have cons run over red blood over shit, [?] won't cover shit
Take to to the shootin' range, make you wanna do some thangs
Make you wanna switch your main [?]
'Cause Camu's in the fast lane makin' n***as act strange
And I hate when little n***as trip
'Cause it's really gettin' serious
N***as feelin' inferior when bitches wanna hang out and hump a dick, n***a
Let me explain, you think you know? You have no idea
You got diarrhea (?) get hot and burn off ears
And I advance to the next round [?]

[Chorus]
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee