| Rumdidditty dum dum, rum didditty dum dum
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| Rum diddity dum dum dum
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| The shock of the hour, armageddon
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| Judgment day has come
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| (laywiy)
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| Now it license lights with million knights the divides and canyon
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| The shock of the hour has come to devour the evil, deceivers, and satan
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| Among shin, among men, you wicked, whisperin devil
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| Get deep in the flames of hell for the lies you babble
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| 6 6 6, the mark of the beast and the number of man
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| Is s, see yes you just confessed the antichrist is caucasian
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| cause you made from God and God is man, created on six
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| The art deceivers made believers outta my people and the crucifix
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| The symbol of death, the sign of christ, and christa was weak
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| He came from krishna, God of the hindies, so get weak for your black feet
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| Now call on your false god, from zeus to borta
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| To armen, diana, I call on ela
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| You wastin for peace for a feast on the blood of kings
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| You ancient babylon, america, all form in griefs
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| As the apocalypse, spits your eclipse, engulfed darkness
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| The dragon is bound in a bottom less pit
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| Now fear the doom of death, from the tune of ruffiahs trumpet
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| The return of esop is the legion, the messiah is coming
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| The angles over hell will chastise with pain
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| Those who worship deplicit darkness and kept his name
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| Blesses to the seven souls, round the throne from el villione
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| And pieces how you take this to the prophets and the puzzled
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| So devils, run here we come, ready to fight
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| The shock of the hour is power when the clock strikes midnight
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| (mc ren)
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| In the twinklin of an eye, motherfuckers gonna die
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| Watchin baby bomber planes rip across the sky
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| Fallin on your jesus, comin for the pork chop
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| Wake ya out your sleep, shit is deep, about to wreck shop
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| Bombs goin down a mile deep, pushin up a mile high
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| Nigga aint allowed to cry while they disbelieve his god
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| Fakin with your malcolm x picture on the wall
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| Motherfuckers shoulda listened when you got your final call
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| Think your doin the brothers a favor by buyin a paper
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| Shoulda read your paper, it tells ya the devil raped ya Stripped ya of the scripture, blood ya then he crypt ya Gave you a corner, some bitches, and called you that nigga
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| And then he pimped ya Youre mind is a waste, so now you got a taste
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| The chastise bitch ya shoulda took heed of what the wise said
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| Now youre bent outta shape with no power
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| Fuck up and waited for the shock of the hour
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| (kam)
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| Whats the whole comin to for someone who was snakes?
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| Just a gang a rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes, makin milk shakes
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| Vanilla killa, cause its judgment day
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| The kinda shit that turn your babys hair gray, so you pray
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| That it stop before you drop, for goodness sake
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| Damn Im seein shit that make pregnant womens water break
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| Oughta make a run for it but you cant move
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| You terrified of somethin that a law had to prove
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| So there you lie motionless and gave up the ghost
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| You finally arrived at the day you dreaded most
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| Its the shock of the hour |