"Is it the end of the world as we know it?

Or just a hackers hope?

Orange County cable customers heard the ominous prediction on the air today that the world is going to end Saturday

*Radio Chatter* stay safe

Paulina & Jeff we've all seen those warnings

The test of the emergency broadcast systems

But it's what happened in New York…"

*Radio Chatter*

ESKO!

"From now on you will speak only when spoken to

& the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "sir"

Do you maggots understand that?

"SIR YES SIR!"

Bullshit! I can't hear you!"

Yeah

I'm counting it out

I'm counting it out

They counted me out

Now I could drown in a drought

48 hrs to figure it out

I'm counting it down

I jump out the house

I fuck up the town

I ran up a check

You running your mouth

We fuck up the city

We tearing it down

Might fly to Iraqi

Hack the NASDAQ and

Convert it to pounds

Whip the big body Benz like a JDM car

I got slim body indigo denims

Operate on a need to know basis

Off the map in a different oasis

Off the lot ain't no need to appraise it

Not the type to be making no payments

We planned to go fly to LA but she MIA

MIA

Now she MIA

I'm taking it back to the basics

Like a kid that was playing the station

'Fore they taxing my life for evasion

I keep hiding the new correlations (Do you maggots understand that? "SIR YES SIR!"

I fuck up the whole population

Don't need validation

Apparel plus pay roll means accumulation

But they missed the equation (YES SIR!)

I'm fly as a fuck in a spaceship

I might fly off the map on a race strip

Build a tank of a truck wit a race kit

Black on black you would think ima racist

I step every day no occasion

I don't need a reason

Margiela faux-leather from Mason

Handmade by Malaysians

I'm counting it out

I'm counting it out

I'm counting it out (YES SIR!)

They counted me out

They counted me out

Now I could drown in a drought

Esko

High tech in a burgundy duffle

Crush cookie up strawberry truffle

I got tints all around the circumference

Cause my bruddas can't stay outta trouble

Smell the money on you but it's subtle

Different sense when you come out the jungle

Seen men die broke and humble

Whip a 335i like a Hummer

Make it rain like the snow in December

Cause I'm cold as a bitch any weather

Got a bitch I can't give you number

Tscht

Used to trap till the end of the summer

Hunker down in that bitch like a bunker

Blowing gas everyday like a Hummer

"You will be a weapon

You will be a minister of death trained for WAR

But until that day…

You are putrid

You are the lowest for of life on Earth

You are not even human fucking beings"