Missy Done Justice

[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
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(Indistinct Chatter)

[Verse 2: Camu Tao]

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Weathermen in the house, punk better watch your step
Cus 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 nigga watch out
You a bitch with a snubnose robbin'(?) yo house
If you wanna start beef, I'm supplyin' that
Take your bitch(?) and (?) street retire deck(?)
(?) red blood over shit(?) contracts won't cover shit(?)
Take to to the shootin' range, make you wanna do some thangs
Make you wanna switch your main (?)
Cus Cammy's in the fast lane makin' niggas act claim(?)
And I hate when little niggas trip(?)
Cus it's really gettin' serious
Niggas (?)
Bitches wanna hang out and hump a dick!
(Nigga)
(?) you ain't (?) you know how you have no idea
You got diarrhea (?) get hot and burn off ears
And I advance to the next round (?)
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(indistinct chatter)