Weather Gang Posse Cut

Straight outta Weather Crazy hotdog lover named Kris B From weather gang, bring up the condiments All beef wiener in the bun with the mustard, son Catch her on the run, ketchup with the relish, gun Roland Thunder, egg pope representing, yup Get shell shocked, ya feel me sunny side up Straight hatched from the shell no yolk about it Drinkin’ mother’s milk, don’t doubt it Jill Dandy, sweet as sour candy So pale, sarcastic and demanding Teachin’ y’all about cameras and microphones Don’t wanna be here, wanna go home Twice Struck Trudy Melt feeling anxiouser Judge, jury and intern executioner Read to filth if you ever try to question her Crystal Ball filled with all the plane water Davey Stratford, victim of the coffee crew Gone mad, eating up all the gooze Methed out clown man, Shakespeare historian Lead meteorologist, but you got us worried man Joey Salami, down under on the track Aunt Mildred twerkin in the back Void Ghost.. yeah I guess And the beans baby, hashtag bean bless Better find Walfo before he gets ya Intern crew lest we forget ya Tornadoes are coming, whatcha gonna do? Catching some Z’s with the weather crew Goober Goober, he’s the director Weather magnate, storm deflector Hurricanes are coming, whatcha gonna do? Catching the weather with the big blue goo and the crew Shoutout Isomorph, J J J, ruckus, sinjongy, Jake, Gedo, soft wool room, F4, Lenny Leonard and the rest of the blue goo crew Weather gang represent