I'm killin em off one day at a time/
I'm takin the world, I'm taking whats yours and I'm making it mine/
I've waited in line, I've waited my time/
and now its belated, look what you created
I'm making you hate it/
I raise the decline, ya fate is demise/
now its all bad, what's really good?/
The cards I was dealt, weren't felt so I had to shuffle like Icky Woods/
now if he could, go the easy route to get control of the people/
then he would, he wouldn't be evil, but power don't equal peaceful,
so you leave me no choice, no reason to voice, your voice of reason/
I'm deaf and I'm blind to rationale, I'm leaving emcees in pieces/
peace is not the answer that's what history will teaches/
war repeats itself and ceases, re releases, like a retro/
you gassed up, I'm chopping ya limbs off for the petro/
sell em for dough, then letting em go, welcome to highway klepto/
The rest know, I'll ingest them and wash em down with the pepto/
bismol/
The forecast is looking kinda dismal/

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Black skies, bad moon is rising/
Destruction is on the way/
Open your eyes trouble's on the horizon,
This might mean judgment day/
so everybody
run and get down/
run and get down/
coming to hunt ya down/
run and get down
the end is coming around/
so where you gonna run to now?


I got the whole globe inside of my hands/
I'm taking control, and I'm making it known that I have the plans/
and I have the power to rise and devour/
and shower you cowards wit massacre
head high in the valor, defining my rhymin calibur by the mayan calender/
It's all gonna end, as soon as I say so/
I'll shift this shit, and make an Alaska winter a summer in Wako/
I'll rain snow, and come in wit thunder and summon a funnel tornado/
move plates, and create quakes in a place they dont have a place for,
the words in my verses/
serve as green house gasses that just heat up the earth's surface/
perfect spit disasters at ya/
play with the fire and find out the heat it delivers/
It Burns... when you close enough to be Smithers/
get blown to smithereens, in the middle east by vicious machines,
that come at you quicker than fists in a ring that come from that guy from the Phillipines /
you feelin me? riddle me this how could you possibly stop this, or try to resist/
when the forecast reads apocolypse

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'm wiping em off the face of the planet
Any man that gon stand in my way, im makin em vanish/
Im raisin the panic
Im taking advantage of ways i can damage/
You say I'm satanic, you aint understand it/
I slay em like I was the face of the threats that America's facing damnit/
Its effortless now, the coming is running its coarse/
No point in coming with force/ and running my jaws, and wasting my lungs, until all my chords are becoming hoarse/what for/
I really aint gotta do nothin/
These sittin turkeys blown to stuffin, when Lou hit the button record/
No need to kill you wit my flow and shit/
I'll understock some overpriced hype and watch you kill each other over it/
The shit I spit is a chip inside the phone you grip/
That locates where you roam, and live, and get ya home blown to bits/
You walking a crooked path/
No looking back/ no catch or hoook attached/ its looking bad/ everybody's tooken back/
When they realize they stuck/
The weatherman says that everybody's fucked/

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