Storm - MC Holocaust, Stonedogg

Hailing on these mother fuckers

Every single day.

If I don’t do nothing else

You best know I’ll be paid

Tryna get it, tryna get it, I’m

Addicted to this game.

I’ll wipe

My balls with yo tablecloth then

I scrape my plate.

DOOMSHOP

It’s the Stonedogg, known as the great

Don’t you ever say I won’t

Spit these flows in yo face.

Put a hole

In yo face, that’s a hole in yo waist

Dumped the body in the trash

That’s a whole nother waste

Rainstorm, brainstorm

Muddy creature transform

Remind you of hail yo block

Im bouta swarm.

Hung over

Never sober.

Huge chip on my shoulder

Only way of escaping me is Stocking up on four leaf clovers

Natural.

Disaster

You the only one I’m after

It’s raining blood, I hear thick splatters

4 Play wit da trigger.

Time to apply pressure

Hard hitting winds we call it mayweather

Shit is getting thicker than the Bill Cosby sweater, it’s whatever

All i know this terror

Dont eva come to me in error

Dont blame me, blame this weather

No fucks given, whatsoever