L.U.Cipha
Revelationz 1:666
I got revelationz of the world blowin up
Leave you down on the floor all fours throwin up
Goin up in a blaze
A radioactive plague
Tryin to escape the finger snakes
That'll wrape around your legs
Judgement day
The moon is turnin red
Drippin blood out ya wrists
Three sixes in ya head
Is it the end
Count to ten
Seein men die
Birds are droppin from the sky
Its time to for you to die
I wonder why
My minds tryin not to loose focus
Its hopeless
And the sky is full of locus
I wrote this rhyme right in a eighty foot surfin
I surf this come n fresh up outta hells spurtness