(Tyrow James)
f** you, do you understand?
When the sh** hits the fan, are you gonna have a plan?
I feel like a scumbag dirty diseased
Gettin' choked by the cops till I can't even breathe
Thrown down hard till my face hit the tire
Heard they had a fit so I set a car on fire
Petty f**in' vandals, lookin' for some mischief
Booting in a window, mackin' upon this b**h
Bad sitch, her soul snatched quick
Fed her veins the point, left her body dopesick
Twisted and pissed, I feel like some guppies
Circlin' the bowl with the infested yuppies
f** Olympic Village, I wanna rape and pillage
Crack a f**in' 40 ounce, lack of liquor spillage
Vanarchy, it's not a phase or a craze
Black skies for days, set the city ablaze
(Vicious 5150)
Can you imagine when civilization disintegrates?
Everything is vaporized right in front of ya face!
Everything you ever loved and hated disappearin' in a flash
f** if you runnin' fast, up next it is your a**
All the accolades you ever struggled for be nothin'
This is beyond the beefin' that you thought before was somethin'
Beyond the warrin' countries and beyond the peace rallies
Beyond the pretty meadows and beyond the creepy alleys
Beyond December 21 in 2012, heaven and hell and mega quakes, to set the record straight
Cause it's about to be a waste of God's 6 days
That he made the planet in, destroyed upon the 7th day
Is how it's really goin' when I write this history
How are you figurin' that you are gonna be livin' through the tyranny?
The purest misery you ever knew in recent or your distant memory
Forever it be f**in' Vanarchy!