Feelin’ This Terror Squad

[Intro: Armageddon]
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S
Takin shit

[Verse 1: Armageddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin' drug dealer-killers, we feelin' this
Tec-9s with silver clips, my set's town still legit
Ain't nothin' changed
You can tell I'm comin', cause the weather strange
Armageddon, the end of your life and whatever's in his range
Never mind the notion of saving the lives of your friends
Your sister, your cousins, your mother, even the [edited] are going
Ride with me through the levels of hell in this atrocity
Bust my gun at the heavens til an angel fell on top of me
He said his name was Michael and introduced me to evil acts like
Robbin' parties and pumpin' the shottie to keep 'em back
Nobody move, nobody get burst open
Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin'
Ass become the first smokin'
Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence
My Squad gets respected for cockin' the fifth in effect
Stick a chip in your [rectum] and pull your soul out your [asshole]
And all for gettin' cash with the blow I got from Castro