Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2000? Well, sweatheart, for your sake I hope it'll be all peaches and cream But I'm afraid the endtime is near The Cataclysmic Apacalypse referred to the scriptures of every holy book known to mankind It will be an era froughtwith boundless greed and corruption Where global monotary systems disinigrate leaving brother to kill brother For a grain of overcooked rice The nations of the civilized world will collapse under the appressive weight of paracidic political conspiracies Which remove all hope and optimism from their once faithful citizens Around the globe generations of polluters will be punished for their sins Unshielded by the ozone layer they have successfully depleated Left to bake in the seering naked rays of light Wholesale acsassination serve to destablize every remaining government Leaving the starving and wicked defend for themselves Blood-thirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax dodge in corporations recavoch Pissed off ambroids tired of being slaves to a Godless and gutless system Where the rich get richer and the poor get fucked over and out Unleashed worldwide destruction by means of nuclear Holocaust Enialating the terrified masses Leaving in its torturious way nothing but vicious canibalistic mutating radiating And horribly disfigured ords of satanic killres, begged on revenge, but against doom There are so few left alive, starvation rain supreme Forcing our lucky survivors to eat anything and anyone in thrie path Massive earthquakes crack the planet's crust like a hollow egg shell Causing unending volcanic eruptions Creatures of the seven seas unable to escape to certain death upon land Boiling in their liquid prison, disease encircles the earth Plagues and viruses, with no known cause or cure, laying waste whatever draws breath And human kind having proven itself to be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers Fall victim to merciless attack on the hands of interplanetary alien tribes Who seek to pelker or chorb remains This is Extinction Level Event, the final world front and there is only one year left That's cool, I can't hardly wait! You don't have to because here it is...because here it is...because here it is Yo, callin all live niggaz! Callin all live bitches! We have a job for ya'll on planet earth Flipmode world domination in progress MUTHAFUCKAZ!!!!!!!
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