this is war against the mutated i aint fainted for a hesititation zombi appocylpto i stand behind a bunch of guns hand me one to gather funds i go dumbs ars aks wont plays i an prepared i pray for a rapture to tap her click boom i am garteful for the room my sister diasagreeable she runs the moon its the truth this appocylpto aint over the head of jondough just feed me my medicine and i run big guns war ready pop yo head like confetti chop em up with a maschetti i hold tye crown its too heavy i am ready for whatever just like tip i gotta grip survival instincts mixed with the strategies of the war mini mes blessing are bestowed upon the annuniki we too fly dope running through my veins sometimes you fight fire with fire my inner desire will never tire