Lyrics:
I'm a forecaster
I've seen it all
I'm a forecaster
It's sad, you know
I'm a forecaster
I see your thoughts
I'm a forecaster
Why I didn't deny..?
I
axis
I am the doom forecaster
I'm the divine diaster
I'm the boss with the walk
Thriller ever after
I am the puppet master
The tables have turned
I'm so crazy with the instumentals
It's just how I mental breaking it down
Like a forecaster breaking the weather down
Like your knees when kyrie
reserve
Swallowing laughter
Dirty disaster
Should I just let go of time
When my health is on decline
Killing me faster
You pleasure forecaster
I'll tell
dipping' and swervin'
She call me a master
I make it rain forecaster
My ex she called me a bastard
The bitch was really a hazard
Now she seeing me up like
rappin with the right flow
Paranoia, insecurities, it's gettin' faster
Follow me before the sun sets, disaster
Look at all the waves, forecaster
to the weather forecasters
Begging for a lenient master
The climate's come to send society backwards
Fearing what is coming up after
I hear the hurricane's evil
fast and I fell faster
We're both staring
At the Weather Forecaster
Counting the sunny
Days in dark cloud
The bus broke down
And the world was ending
On my knots
Put her on a stop watch
She fucking
Only wit the top notch
Wit the top notch
All about my guap
Yea
Yea
Bring the drip like forecaster
Workin on a farm yard out in the paster
Im so cruel yeah like a spell caster
Callin up storm i be a forecaster
All these hoes like did you ask her
Wrist so
The weather forecasters predicting disasters
Hes probably readin' Revelations every other day
I tried to tell you, did not try to sell you
But you
faster
Pray to me, call me your pastor, yeah, aye
Letting it rain, a forecaster
You couldn't fuck her even if you asked her
Caught her on stream, now like
of a Forecaster’s Confidence and the use of probability statements in weather forecasting. US Weather Bureau. Research Paper N 16. Washington, 1944.
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Infecting the seas
Destruction
Unnatural forecasters
No live at all
Creating more, faster
Masters of disaster
Pollution
Infecting the seas
Destruction
rain all wet forecaster
Call me headmaster
Oh wait fuck it
Mask up
Task force
Gonna fucking light your ass up
You stupid fuck
Maybe next time keep your
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine
Hat full of wine
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies
this
I don't wanna be a weather forecaster
I don't wanna rabbit on all day about sunny periods
And patches of rain spritting from the west
I wanted
the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters, they are the bankers
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine
Hat full of wine
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies
thought me pot was comin' from Jamaica
No mess with stranger, no like imposta
Call me forecaster, we more like rasta
With the mix for ganja, I buy a lil
forecaster, practiced in their lies
They'll leave you a disaster in the morning.
Beware of the women who open like fields
You can plow all their furrows
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine.
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies,
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.
Dungaree
allocating
Numbers on paper
Designate your ration
In or out of fashion
World beyond compassion
Numbers on paper
Soon become your master
Merciless forecaster
faster
You're in my circus, call me the ring master
Like the weather, I am the forecaster
Faster than lightning
Master at fighting
Impeccable timing
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