The HRSMN, Dina Rae - Apocalips Now lyrics

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

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

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

Checkmate, I’m coming for the crown
And I’ma take over everything around
I’m gunning, I’m coming to shoot you down
And no, you can’t run, apocalypse

The invincible young Clint
See I came from the East from the West
Would you want trouble?
If you knew the four double was in pocket
In my pocket, pop, kick
Gauge tactics, enrage that shit
Like fuck this nigga and his bitch
This is just mongrel ride music
I’ma die music homicide music
Helpful if you use it
Crocodile lurking, sex tech jerking
Let tef skirting s- s- hurting
Finish your business and give me a minute
And then I’ma send in a platoon
Baboons into spitting harpoon ammo
Hump like camels it’s all by the water
Finna spit Roman candles
Now die if you wanna live if you gonna
Try and get done up, nigga, ‘cause I’m one up
I’m the motherfucking headless horseman
My nigga
Famine to the mass if I’m hurricane spastic
That means I go spasmatic, monsoon
Without a doubt, I clear out
This whole fucking room, nigga

Acts like a man of thought
But thinks like a man of action
Standup guy digging in for traction
Double tap rap stay packing
Molly pack fastened tight around
A nigga back, he’s strapped in
You wanna know his name
You wanna know who asking
By the time you niggas sell out, he cast in
The ghetto famous but aimless
Homeless on the nature preserve, paying rent
There’s five unidentified bodies in
A frickin’ porta potty
Stashed there by the mafia posse
The one on the bottom say, "get off me"
The three above the one on the bottom says
"you can’t get out of this"
The one on the top is silent
Then all of a sudden, violence
Then people get kicked in the privates
Inverted totalitarianism
He had a terrible vision
Rappers been in danger since the beginning
He’s an endangered species

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
Checkmate, I’m coming for the crown
And I’ma take over everything around
I’m gunning, I’m coming to shoot you down
And no, you can’t run, apocalypse

I carry the crossbow
Plucking niggas off like arrows but no love
I just spread the plague for them dineros
First rider, spit that black widow spider
Penises are not a mode of transportation
Fucking dick rider this rider
Shit tighter than tit's fit inside of
A corset tied with a tourniquet
Get liver, still burning like
Rich Pryor, big lighter, crack igniter
Incest the orgy of the Michelin man
Have sex with six tires
Time’s up, young pup
Make room for God’s dogs
Halo over my pile of shit
Sit it on your front yard
Airborne pathogens, malaria to Africans
Black Death and Europeans
Never cure the human beings
I’ll make sure that you
Are seeing no segregation
Extermination, code of secret revelations
I will see the homeless Native American
No reservation
Resuscitation from a thirty-three and
A third degree mason
You be fucking hookers raw naked
Piss in the morning and start burning
That’s what I call an overnight sensation

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

Checkmate, I’m coming for the crown
And I’ma take over everything around
I’m gunning, I’m coming to shoot you down
And no, you can’t run, apocalypse