This is a song about "Apocalypse"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

An art to perfect before we all perish in the apocalypse

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Apocalypse now cue the final chapter

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

The incoming apocalypse,

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Ya boy, i never quit, this is just the fuckin beginnin of my apocalypse of lyrics

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix