Armageddon

Yea I'm keeping my five fingers up upon my mano Rambo I'm back with the guns like the whites from El Dorado Follow the leader Cause if you don't you might not know where to lead ya Self worth Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon (Ay) Only fucking with you cause you fucking with my steez Cutting all my ties like I only rock the Tee's Fresh outfit you can call me Mr. Clean Massaging this dick like I'm fucking up a she It's a bar So you can understand We the Double H Boys But we still the man Other rappers Dyson They can be our fans We are all rising suns Call us japan (Okay) I'm the second coming Niggas ain't talkin' Jesus Just to clarify We ain't throwin' shade for believers Next wave Real nigga versus facetious Fraudulent niggas often perceive us As the only niggas with the bars and the groove that drives them beneath us Killin' all these rappers Got 'em yellin' out free us Armageddon's coming, my nigga we huntin', feed us If everybody next F*ck it, my nigga TZT up Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon This shit ain't a game it's a war we gon' win We the goated kingpins Charging up I'm rushing in I'm with my kin We got the Happy Hour revolution Start the execution Shadow clone and substitution 'Bout to bodies niggas up like Madara All of ya Jaw dropping Big gulping y'all bitches scared it's so obvious Nah bitch You want ready for this like I'm bombing ya K6 Be coming to eat this shit like I'm starving ya Let's go Five fingers up Ten toes down That's the Happy Hour yea we coming for the crown Break it down Fuckin' with niggas you know we causin' Armageddon I'm bussin' that shit up because ya boy is pressing issues They want war it end in tissues A wrist-full You throw shots they yellin' missed you I hit you Split yo dome it ends fistfuls of tears But hey look at least you had no fear Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon Ay girl I know you feel it baby I see all Although the feelings tend to Lock on Aim on my missiles ready Arm yourself Get ready for Armageddon