World's End

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] Divine put the needle on plates and rock vinyl Dusty finger diggin' the crates and puff rhino Whiskey breath tatted on flesh the rough wino WARPORN outta ya deck is all I know We shit on your idols, cross-hairs finish your vitals Eliminate all rivals, homie, this is survival Crime-wave title dictate porn recital Sick Psycho, homicidal music my title From that downtown Apocalypse Rocking this with cartridges Full clip, stray bullets, random who the target is Bystander might stand in the way of the starving kids Stay hungry, that's how niggas they killing all of this Ominous, not communist, the key to dominance OG, only way for me, I got some time in this Mirror my society The feuding and the violence, shit, is what I miss And you hear clearly when I'm rhyming this [Verse 2: Everlast] Technical weaponry, rhyme style heavenly Learn my pedigree, burn my effigy Spit my therapy, smoke my remedy Passive aggressively choke my enemy Invoke my revelry, provoke my devilry Bucket list trilogy, WARPORN Industry Terminate, assassinate with extreme bigotry Heavyweight armor plate, subatomic energy Necronomicon, triple hexagon One level beyond the devil's word is bond Put murder on a song and the burner in your palm 3rd grade death toll, underwater death row Crocodile tearing, never-loving God-fearing Bio engineering, stem cell cloning Fillet with the bone in, international zoning Seven samurai all die by one Ronin [Verse 3:Divine Styler] God hammer merciless, sonic rock turbulence Armor’s on, gun metal, matte black surfaces Squad with the virtuous, charged for the murderous Boss for the dark hearts lost in the urban grit Torn from the flame of the Djinn Do you acknowledge this? Profile of the new world is ominous Broken equilibrium, Americana promises WARPORN risen from the ash of the bottomless And watch the dystopian drop from the Fallopian Admire for the entire empire, it’s draconian Shit is Nickelodeon, anime pandemonium Quickening the vibratory death of associates This is Warporn banging that colloquium Get your door blown off the hinge you quote to him Blow my brains out remotely from the podium Grey cerebellum, decorations of the holiest Seven levels of heaven are ceremonious Nine levels of Hell are for the loneliest Fabricated, modified, mass hypnosis Floating hallucinations while I’m sitting in a lotus! [Outro] You should come with me to the end of the world You should come with me to the end of the world You should come with me to the end of the world You should come with me to the end of the world