Apocalips Now HRSMN (Ft. Dina Rae)

[Chorus: Dina Rae]
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Angels, aliens and agents
Prophets, politicians, detectives, demons and devils, the ghetto
As the night settles over the earth, like mother nature’s afterbirth
Past will lurk, the massive curse
Four plagues with Horus in their head
Rigor mortis will spread
‘nough said, we came for all of the dead
He that saddled the red horse coughed, which lift up the whole Eastern seaport of New York
And crashed into part of La Cienega sidewalk
Which put the Beverly Center in the center of 34th
The pale horse talk, a dirty cloth
Rappers, this y’all disaster
No laughter after the gun clappers get spun faster than twister
My finger has blisters from gripping the steel like strippers
Come fuck with us, catch the claps
HRSMN nation, it’s a rap
So know what you’re facing, get slapped
It’s Jason, Thursday the 13th, the stable is packed
Lyrics like gat
Put your body on the icepack