[El-P]
Weathermen (?)
Who let(?) 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(?) (?) like Lucy in the wet(?)
You motherfuckas look drained
Saturated your brains
And you believe every 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 bunk dusty(?)
(?) and slit your wrists lovely
And bow down to the new (?)
For the captain to (?) pain (?)
And I'm tryin' not to weave
But motherfuckers make me sick
And if you think I'm a clown it's cus of funny motherfuckers climbin' out the whip
Eat a dick
Eat a dick
And it's the Weathermen the motherfuckin; clique
(?)
Weathermen (?)
Who let(?) 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(?) (?) like Lucy in the wet(?)
You motherfuckas look drained
Saturated your brains
And you believe every 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 bunk dusty(?)
(?) and slit your wrists lovely
And bow down to the new (?)
For the captain to (?) pain (?)
And I'm tryin' not to weave
But motherfuckers make me sick
And if you think I'm a clown it's cus of funny motherfuckers climbin' out the whip
Eat a dick
Eat a dick
And it's the Weathermen the motherfuckin; clique
(?)
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