| Hey yo, fuck it, I’m rollin' in a 4-barrel Camaro
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| Toward the Tribore, eyes narrow, East River flow with marrow
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| Along side the bridge zombies pushing bodies in wheel barrels
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| Bitches sterile follow on crutches of rusted arrows
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| Tryin' breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows
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| Listen, to the of hysterical, pleads for miracles
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| Time to overthrow the imperial, terrarembrium, the spherical
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| I turn the steering wheel and pull into a 7-Eleven
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| Met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the fucking Bio
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| Yo, we down for survival with acid rain drenched
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| Skin infested by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes
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| Swing spikes, think twice as I try to pacify the pariah
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| Beside the driver and shotgun Kelly flips the visor
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| Time to devise a plan to reverse the demise of man before he’s met
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| By the last set of the sun, Armageddon, no question to answer
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| Disaster results from behavior patterns, Earth lay raped
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| Escape to Saturn in a capsule, thirteen days of travel
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| Upon arrival plans unravel, imbalance of chemical pheromones
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| Clones with no genitals surround us, we can’t fuck them
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| No means of reproduction, I hear a scream and turn in that
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| Direction, 33−23−33, I see seven coming toward us to reward us
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| Armageddon, a new death is dawnin'
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| I like the smell of napalm in the morning
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| Four riders of the apocalypse descend from the north
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| A tear in my eye, I behold a pale horse
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| Armageddon, no time to cry, we all die
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| As the sky turns red, the missiles start to fly
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| Faction stake action, eleven families rule
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| The Millennium approaches, survival of the roaches
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| Body armor will make you feel calmer
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| Or safe from the drama deploy stealth
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| Military bombers, ass out
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| Get down on your knees and pray
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| Illuminati takes your soul on the eve of judgment day
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| As the armies of darkness irradiate life
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| And we all go to hell and Satan fucks your wife
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| Strife, terror without a minute to pray
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| Human beings at odds, peace becomes disarray
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| Humongous from Mad Max, Lord of the Wasteland
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| With crazy ill troops all at my command
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| Don’t you ever fall victim to my master plan
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| I’m the dealer of death and here’s your motherfuckin' hand
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| I’m ready to take back whatever they sold ya
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| 'Cuz the scheme is a secret so nobody ever told ya
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| An underground illuminated tribe of radicals
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| Ready to take forth and feast like cannibals
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| Animals, huffing the fumes of rotting flesh exhumed
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| From the corpses of presidents, dissents and fools
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| With a one way ticket from the temple of doom
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| Dark sides of moons and ill atomic booms
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| Leave the earth all shakin' and full of wounds
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| From Krakatoa East of Java to Cameroon
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| And coming soon to a theater near you
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| The end of everything that we once knew
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| The grand finale strap my body with TNT
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| Take the president and his bitch with me
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| Tearing down the walls of this conspiracy
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| Fuck skull and bones and Illuminati
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| Eradication of the land of the free but I’m the brave
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| Ain’t going out like a motherfuckin' slave
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| Neobarbaric post apocalyptic war
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| Ground zero, Brooklyn, the world at war
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| I woke up, bar codes on my forehead
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| It’s a living nightmare, my families all dead
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| I gotta call Fred but no dial tone
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| I’m out for self 'cuz I’m gonna die alone
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| This is madness, I’m drooling with the lock jaw
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| My elevator don’t go to the top floor
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| I hold my breath 'cuz the O2 killed, I’m suffocating
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| I can’t pay my oxygen bill
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| There’s no tomorrow, I wish a nigga murdered me
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| The President declared a state of emergency
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| The coast guard bangin' at my front door
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| I got homemade bombs if they want war
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| There’s no sun, they put a fucking chip in me
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| I’m a clone, matta fact it’s a different me
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| I’m high tech kid, you get a bomb in the mail
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| So if you die today then I’ll see you in hell
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| See you in hell, see you in hell
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
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| Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter
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| Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder, disorder |
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