Countdown 2 Chaos Lyrics

Its the final countdown for us human beings/

It's like New Year's Eve with nuclear dreams/

The plan is to keep the people under a microscope/

In shock like they been rocked with a lightning bolt/

What I lived in life I wrote, I speak truth/

And beat loops, for live kids who grow up and seek proof/

Violent by design, with Jedi Minds to see through/

The wide lens, where hybrids get smoked like sweet tooth/

Survival notes, for sheeple herded, we trapped in willingly/

Where guys are broke, they tryna murder masculinity/

It's like a joke, tryna see the path is literally like using kaleidoscopes as glasses vision seems/

Clouded, speak out get ya culture cancelled/

By vultures, the culprits who roasted anthills/

With hot aluminum, stop assuming I'll stand still/

I'm hot fumin drop ya fuckin shooter in a landfill/

Im back on my bullshit, racked with a full clip/

Activist full fledged amassing the cultists/

Only speak facts like my ass is a Vulcan/

We supposed to react, feel the wrath of the ultimate/

From Humboldt county and floral scenes to Horror scenes/

Immoral beings injecting normal teens with thorazine/

Fuck being cordial seems like ignoring screens/

Is the only thing to keep us soaring free/

Think it's time to regulate like Warren G?

They sell your expiration date at an enormous fee/

War and peace aborted fetuses & tortured teens/

It's the hare and the tortoise riggamortis as your corpses freeze/

You formally invited to a cyanide feast/

Pop chew swallow post it up on IG peep/

This is mass information get ya Wi-Fi synced/

Witness vast obliteration of these wide eye freaks/

Put em underfoot like right after I buy my sneaks/

So it's understood this ain't no fuckin lie my teeth/

Spit a hundred should I decide to bite my tongue and sight my gun, sun it's still bye bye geeks/

Goons gangster grandmas Wall Street to skid row/

Turn the television off lock the dog and ya kids home/

Stock supplies making sure that all my clips full/

And march into the darkness no tip toes/ shit so

Drastic trapped in a cell../

phone homie drone armies amassed and for sale/

Our fate is like a deformed fetus cast in the well/

Save some time and effort better just blasting yourself/

Nah never that, I'm fighting til my final breath in fact/

Back against the wall I'm a brawl my beretta clap/

9mm round look at what your head attract/

I'm lying if I say I see you dyin with your head attached/