[Chorus: Dina Rae]
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
Angels, aliens and agents
Prophets, politicians, detectives, demons and devils, the ghetto
As the night settles over the earth, like mother nature’s afterbirth
Past will lurk, the massive curse
Four plagues with Horus in their head
Rigor mortis will spread
‘nough said, we came for all of the dead
He that saddled the red horse coughed, which lift up the whole Eastern seaport of New York
And crashed into part of La Cienega sidewalk
Which put the Beverly Center in the center of 34th
The pale horse talk, a dirty cloth
Rappers, this y’all disaster
No laughter after the gun clappers get spun faster than twister
My finger has blisters from gripping the steel like strippers
Come fuck with us, catch the claps
HRSMN nation, it’s a rap
So know what you’re facing, get slapped
It’s Jason, Thursday the 13th, the stable is packed
Lyrics like gat
Put your body on the icepack
[Chorus: Dina Rae]
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse

Checkmate, I’m coming for the crown
And I’ma take over everything around
I’m gunning, I’m coming to shoot you down
And no, you can’t run, apocalypse

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
The invincible young Clint
See I came from the East from the West, would you want trouble?
If you knew the four double was in pocket
In my pocket, pop, kick
Gauge tactics, enrage that shit
Like fuck this n***a and his bitch
This is just mongrel/ride music
I’ma die music
Homicide music
Helpful if you use it
Crocodile lurking, sex tech jerking
Let tef skirting
S- s- hurting
Finish your business and give me a minute
And then I’ma send in a platoon
Baboons into spitting
Harpoon ammo
Hump like camels
It’s all by the water, finna spit Roman candles
Now die if you wanna
Live if you gonna
Try and get done up, n***a, ‘cause I’m one up
I’m the motherfucking headless horseman, my n***a
Famine to the mass if I’m hurricane spastic
That means I go spasmatic, monsoon
Without a doubt, I clear out this whole fucking room, n***a
[Verse 3: Canibus]
Acts like a man of thought
But thinks like a man of action
Standup guy digging in for traction
Double tap rap stay packing
Molly pack fastened tight around a n***a back, he’s strapped in
You wanna know his name, you wanna know who asking
By the time you n***as sell out, he cast in
[?], the ghetto famous but aimless
Homeless on the nature preserve, paying rent
There’s five unidentified bodies in a frickin’ porta potty, stashed there by the mafia posse
The one on the bottom say, “get off me”
The three above the one on the bottom says, “you can’t get out of this”
The one on the top is silent
Then all of a sudden, violence
Then people get kicked in the privates
Inverted totalitarianism
He had a terrible vision
Rappers been in danger since the beginning
He’s an endangered species

[Chorus: Dina Rae]
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse
Checkmate, I’m coming for the crown
And I’ma take over everything around
I’m gunning, I’m coming to shoot you down
And no, you can’t run, apocalypse

[Verse 4: Ras Kass]
I carry the crossbow, plucking n***as off like arrows but no love
I just spread the plague for them dineros
First rider, spit that black widow spider
Penises are not a mode of transportation, fucking dick rider
This rider, shit tighter than tits fit inside of a corset tied with a tourniquet
Get liver, still burning like Rich Pryor, big lighter, crack igniter
Incest the orgy of the Michelin man, have sex with six tires
Time’s up, young pup, make room for God’s dogs
Halo over my pile of shit, sit it on your front yard
Airborne pathogens, malaria to Africans
Black Death and Europeans, never cure the human beings
I’ll make sure that you are seeing no segregation
Extermination, code of secret revelations
I will see the homeless Native American, no reservation
Resuscitation from a thirty-three and a third degree mason
You be fucking hookers raw naked
Piss in the morning and start burning
That’s what I call an overnight sensation

[Chorus: Dina Rae]
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground, apocalypse

Checkmate, I’m coming for the crown
And I’ma take over everything around
I’m gunning, I’m coming to shoot you down
And no, you can’t run, apocalypse