Doomsday Lyrics - Singles - Killarmy

[ chorus: holocaust ] 

This is doomsday, for mcs with hollow skills 

Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills 

And fake ass fives that they don't even drive 

Hip-hop is war and only strong mcs will survive 

( 2x ) 

[ holocaust ] 

Half dead platoon leader, but woken by enemy heaters 

Juggernot, on the block, lash shots at armed retreaters 

Why teach it to the utmost unified? 

Fuck coast, conquered galaxies leaving the banner ruthless cut throats 

Brains explode, bloddy spatters on the road 

My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul 

Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole 

Im hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril 

Strike your tonsils 

Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid 

Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips 

Kill braid, the black sea serpent who swallow ships 

My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips 

P loopbart the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse 

Bury thieves wit no headstones so they get back to the earth 

Still shinin, I'm the sun, wars increase by the ton 

Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, shot out your lungs 

Yo, yo 

[ chorus ] ( 2x ) 

[ p.r. terrorist ] 

Yo, yo, yo 

We may bomb this, we seem harmless, check the calmest 

My palm hits like a close fist, breakin jauntis 

You crab ass try to think fast you slow down 

All six got trey pounds, it's thirty six rounds 

The pristeen, unheard, unseen, the a team 

Murder being provoked face the red beam 

Street hop, excite bike triple my smoke screen 

Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene 

Out of state, switch the plates, canib on run dunn 

Sped fast, rub on the gas, theyre comin fast 

On they ninja bike, kawasaki tights a two key prototype 

Sure we still got height, then I made a right 

Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, I'm out of state 

Full speed ahead never look back always escape 

[ chorus ] ( 2x ) 

[ beretta 9 ] 

Layin in the dark war trench 

Covered in mud strong corpse stench 

Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched 

From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives 

Dodge and throw knives hand to hand combat takin lives 

Many lost, many took it wit force 

Some linger wit the disease 

Born infection known as the bee stinger 

Its doomsday you rap singers 

Mockingbirds marking my words 

This shit is war up in the terrorist arena 

[ chorus ] ( 2x ) 

This is doomsday