i'mma throw at you ballistic missiles and A-bombs
till you have no choice but you have to raise your arms
and i don't care what you think, so don't try to bother
'cause if you do, you just gonna make it a harder slaughter
but even if you do, man, i still don't give a damn
'cause the weather man is in fact, ma biggest fan
he be watching the radar and gauging how far
when the Quake's gonna shake and the storm's gonna wake
when that Typhoon gonna blow into full bloom
Tornado gonna turn, watchin' you burn
by the flames of the rage gettin' caught in the cage
when the Meteors shower, you left with no power...
