Doomsday Sermon

[Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III]
You know Thirstin' Howl likes to
Smash and grab, or you can carry
I'm betta' built, skills, balls, and batteries
Mayday, Mayday, I'm losin' altitude
Comin' down from my high I abuse the bottle too
The end of days is in our face, but life is great
With a cigar taste, anarchy, day of the apocalypse
We in the strip club sayin' shorty pop them tits
Fuck a new world order, let armageddon set in
Doomsday starta', wrekonize, wreckin rhymes
For revolution, Gianni Cash and Bernz here to spread the music
Wastelands, volcanoes, eruptions, Babylon songs say they so
Disgustin', Mayday, Green Lantern, Ima smooth cat, just like the
Pink Panther, secret society, savage, strange music, kick in the snare beat
Havin' a bang to it, Illuminati digitally downloaded my third eye
Fidgety, out of focus, Nostradamus couldn't have said it himself
Im a hunta', with a bunka', expecting no help
Last survivas', whats left of the planet
Scientists, doctors, medical mechanics
Astrologists, hell is bottomless
Congos and Bongos played by NonMS
Plex luthor to L.T. Hopkins
Radiation basic, ain't' no healthy options
Loot tha' liquor stores before the cleanas'
Look fate in the face amid the believas'