Lyrics:
Apocalypse
1,2 the headline news just broke through
Apocalypse
3,4 soldier, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit
Doublewide Quick Stop midnight T-top
Jack in her Cherry Coke town
Momma and daddy put their roots right here
'Cause this is where the car broke
you.
I think i heard you yeah
down by the railway station
people moving a new direction
take a ticket from who you can
then drive that train
ready
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook, I go off instincts
Caskets for New Years and bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned
call it New Jack, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got a blue Jag
I make that cash talk
I got a new house
You wanna get in, need a passcode nigga
Two twenty five
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
"But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?"
No, hoe but
back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that
I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
on every song
Fantasies of seeing her in a thong
Don i wanted her to meet my johnson
There was a point we were vibing
It was So fun, so strong
So young, so
like a melody
That follows me
And when you go you're haunting me
You're taunting me
Got a feeling 'bout you
Might be nothing new
But time slips by so
getting closer
Reading south of France by Casanova
The end is near I gotta call my shaufer
Your time is over
Searching for new ways to get exposure
Gotta
can't go back to wisconsin
Prolly still banned from the howard johnson
New brunswick prolly still got a warrant
Prolly will just ignore it
I own nothing
Smellin' like chicken but finger-lickin'
Nonetheless and for my big Johnson
I got the propholactic vest
So I won't bust no faulty shots
Cause that's highly
(Ha)
Finna go load up, okay, okay
Just meet me on Johnson (Woah)
New merch in the way, okay, okay, like
Who wanna cop it? (Woah, woah)
Two bands in
And if you elect me as Gotham's new mayor
What? I'll make sure that I get
Rid of that rapscallion no!
Bloody bat no, elect me as your mayor
And I'll
Black bald man
Pull up to your show in Balmain
OG Minor Johnson
In your hood I got pull, man (I got pull)
Yahweh on my side
Marty Mcfly with dark in 'em
I
map
Or in the jungle streets I will get trapped
It's a place where Dwane Johnson could fall from the sky
Yeah, none of the animals have the heart
High as fuck, tryna see if this bitty want get her titty sucked
I done ran through hunnids’ of bands, man, this shit ain’t really nothin’ new
Keep
by sayin´ It´s a slippery slope
Jack came back after shootin´ some real bad stuff
Tellin´ everybody his body has had enough
I just can´t go back
jack, jack
Jack on my collar 'til I'm cummin'
You're like a pro, and girl, I'm a vet
Come and let me give you good sex
Don't think you know who you
my life familiar
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for aircraft carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces
looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't
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