[Intro:]
YOU'RE DEAD!!!
[Verse 1: Trials]
Helter Skelter, I check the homeless shelter for dead
Doctors do nothing, only televangelists can. (It's madness!)
I've got the medicine for anyone that led me in
Little house in the styx singing hymns with Benny Hinn
Call me crazy, rappers call me the lardest
Get together with my friends then call me on privates
Would you look at that?! They stayed at home
And single-handedly sided a movement to bring [?] back
f** outta' here, [?]
Eat the bread around the mouldy layer
I've got a cardboard box on Beef Street
Call in Michael Diamond - (Skeet, skeet!)
I've got the mic in hiding - (Easy)
Sitting [?] to the TV - (Weekly)
Eyes looking like Steve Buscemi
I've got the mic and they said, "Don't be cruel"
I said there is no God, only Zuel (What's the deal?)
[Hook:]
I get a very good feeling things about to get bad
I got get feeling things about to get mad
Bad mood, uprising on the street, no survivors
No one can hide, no one alive
Got a very good feeling things about to get bad
I get the feeling things about to get mad
Bad mood, uprising on the street, no survivors
No one can hide, no one alive
[Interlude:]
You leave the back door open? (That's some idiot sh**)
You left the back door open? (That's some idiot sh**)
You leave the back door open? (That's some idiot sh**)
You left the back door open? (That's some idiot sh**)
[Verse 2: Sesta]
I've got the d**h letter, signed, sealed, and delivered
If you considering tears dry, then cry me a river
And I'll piss in it, listen, just look at the difference
It's a smack-bang in the grill, [?]
Got it, bang bang! Cecilio, you're needy
You call it karma, I call it cause-and-effect
[Hook:]
I've got a very good feeling things about to get bad
I've got the feeling things about to get mad
Bad mood, uprising on the street, no survivors
No one can hide, no one alive
Got a very good feeling things about to get bad
I've got the feeling things about to get mad
Bad mood, uprising on the street, no survivors
No one can hide, no one alive
[Verse 3: Hons]
When I hit it, you better put it down one time, (one time)
For the river 'cos my balls in the line
That the oars
Without Vents One, I roll balls
[Hook:]
I've got a very good feeling things about to get bad
I've got the feeling things about to get mad
Bad mood, uprising on the street, no survivors
No one can hide, no one alive
Got a very good feeling things about to get bad
I've got the feeling things about to get mad
Bad mood, uprising on the street, no survivors
No one can hide, no one alive
[Verse 4: Vents]
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You the most fabulous bi-curious guy
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Girls want to put my face on their chest like Che Guevara
[Outro]
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Anybody even try to oppose
It's the a**a**ination of John Newman