Stu Bangas - Foul Weather lyrics

[Intro: Lex Starwind] Yeah, the Flying Dutchmen, kid The ghost ship risin' And the storm cloud climbin', yeah [Hook: Lex Starwind & Jon Murdock] Flying Dutchmen, sh** you never heard before MCs ain't got the nerve to brawl, it's L Star Foul weather, something you ain't heard before MCs ain't half as raw, it's Jon Murdock The Flying Dutchmen, sh** you never heard before MCs ain't got the nerve to brawl, it's L Star Foul weather, something you ain't heard before MCs ain't half as raw, it's Jon Murdock [Verse 1: Lex Starwind] Rihanna's umbrella was under the weather You ever stomped the yard hard, you get shot in your pleather Same fella, same feather, best flock together Get knocked by the cops, sit in the box together Fool's gold pirate meltdown in two karats Red dragon, Hannibal came tonight, a true savage True ba*tards, spit 'em in a compost heap Dutchmen crush men, roll 'em in a fanto leaf I need guns and all, razors and shanks, blood and chocolate Brain from a bomb b**h and a dutch to spark sh** Semi spit awkward, shatter gla** j**els like statues My rap boosts, the high energy content is natural Counterpoint, harmonic frequency through the aperture Of still meshed mics completely seep into the pa**enger Previewing the ma**acre, plan a terror grind house Tarantino premiere through these speakers, let me find out d**h proves k** Bill, pulp fiction, needles stick him With the Doap Nixon flow, different, no trippin' Sandman sleep in a requiem for a dream A nightmare in the state, prepped until you sink [Hook: Jon Murdock & Lex Starwind] Flying Dutchmen, something you ain't heard before MCs don't got the nerve to brawl, it's Jon Murdock Foul weather, something you ain't heard before MCs ain't even half as raw, it's L Star Flying Dutchmen, something you ain't heard before MCs don't got the nerve to brawl, it's Jon Murdock Foul weather, something you ain't heard before MCs ain't even half as raw, it's L Star [Verse 2: Jon Murdock] MCs is b**h-made, knew that since sixth grade Caesar cut afro, samurai with a fade Like Samuel L, Jeff fell back with a blade Side step Jon 'Deck, straight razor a lame Sleep never, Oxycontin pop, Heath Ledger Overdose on Monogins, you know the seat cheddar Hard body, had to saw off the long shotty B-Real on a two inch reel, they call me Johnny Be good, Michael Fox on the stage Speaker kick, steam a spliff, live my life in a daze Jon hones with rhyme poems, wonderland with the summer jam Gun in hand, run it fam, move like the Son of Sam [?] merciless, David Berkowitz with the verse I spit .44 cal, pow, murder you permanent Men panickin', once I'm on and I'm smashin' 'em Amount to f** b**hes like Jen Aniston Roll with b**hes, pop E, roll with b**hes Lined up, dick hard start from pole position My flow position in the vocal booth alone is viscous Its own existence, stand alone, zone to listeners My mic device is mighty trife just like Heidi Fleiss Mike Tys on the track when I write [Hook: Lex Starwind & Jon Murdock] Flying Dutchmen, sh** you never heard before MCs ain't got the nerve to brawl, it's L Star Foul weather, something you ain't heard before MCs ain't half as raw, it's Jon Murdock The Flying Dutchmen, sh** you never heard before MCs ain't got the nerve to brawl, it's L Star Foul weather, something you ain't heard before MCs ain't half as raw, it's Jon Murdock