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Biohazard

Genres: Metal

New World Disorder Lyrics - Biohazard

Hey yo, fuck it, I'm rollin' in a 4-barrel Camaro 

Toward the Tribore, eyes narrow, East River flow with marrow 

Along side the bridge zombies pushing bodies in wheel barrels 

Bitches sterile follow on crutches of rusted arrows 

Tryin' breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows 

 

Listen, to the [Incomprehensible] of hysterical, pleads for miracles 

Time to overthrow the imperial, terrarembrium, the spherical 

I turn the steering wheel and pull into a 7-Eleven 

Met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the fucking Bio 

 

Yo, we down for survival with acid rain drenched 

Skin infested by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes 

Swing spikes, think twice as I try to pacify the pariah 

Beside the driver and shotgun Kelly flips the visor 

 

Time to devise a plan to reverse the demise of man before he's met 

By the last set of the sun, Armageddon, no question to answer 

Disaster results from behavior patterns, Earth lay raped 

Escape to Saturn in a capsule, thirteen days of travel 

 

Upon arrival plans unravel, imbalance of chemical pheromones 

Clones with no genitals surround us, we can't fuck them 

No means of reproduction, I hear a scream and turn in that 

Direction, 33-23-33, I see seven coming toward us to reward us 

 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

 

Armageddon, a new death is dawnin' 

I like the smell of napalm in the morning 

Four riders of the apocalypse descend from the north 

A tear in my eye, I behold a pale horse 

 

Armageddon, no time to cry, we all die 

As the sky turns red, the missiles start to fly 

Faction stake action, eleven families rule 

The Millennium approaches, survival of the roaches 

 

Body armor will make you feel calmer 

Or safe from the drama deploy stealth 

Military bombers, ass out 

Get down on your knees and pray 

Illuminati takes your soul on the eve of judgment day 

 

As the armies of darkness irradiate life 

And we all go to hell and Satan fucks your wife 

Strife, terror without a minute to pray 

Human beings at odds, peace becomes disarray 

 

Humongous from Mad Max, Lord of the Wasteland 

With crazy ill troops all at my command 

Don't you ever fall victim to my master plan 

I'm the dealer of death and here's your motherfuckin' hand 

 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

 

I'm ready to take back whatever they sold ya 

'Cuz the scheme is a secret so nobody ever told ya 

An underground illuminated tribe of radicals 

Ready to take forth and feast like cannibals 

 

Animals, huffing the fumes of rotting flesh exhumed 

From the corpses of presidents, dissents and fools 

With a one way ticket from the temple of doom 

Dark sides of moons and ill atomic booms 

Leave the earth all shakin' and full of wounds 

 

From Krakatoa East of Java to Cameroon 

And coming soon to a theater near you 

The end of everything that we once knew 

 

The grand finale strap my body with TNT 

Take the president and his bitch with me 

Tearing down the walls of this conspiracy 

Fuck skull and bones and Illuminati 

 

Eradication of the land of the free but I'm the brave 

Ain't going out like a motherfuckin' slave 

Neobarbaric post apocalyptic war 

Ground zero, Brooklyn, the world at war 

 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

 

I woke up, bar codes on my forehead 

It's a living nightmare, my families all dead 

I gotta call Fred but no dial tone 

I'm out for self 'cuz I'm gonna die alone 

 

This is madness, I'm drooling with the lock jaw 

My elevator don't go to the top floor 

I hold my breath 'cuz the O2 killed, I'm suffocating 

I can't pay my oxygen bill 

 

There's no tomorrow, I wish a nigga murdered me 

The President declared a state of emergency 

The coast guard bangin' at my front door 

I got homemade bombs if they want war 

 

There's no sun, they put a fucking chip in me 

I'm a clone, matta fact it's a different me 

I'm high tech kid, you get a bomb in the mail 

So if you die today then I'll see you in hell 

See you in hell, see you in hell 

 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder 

Disorder, enter the Millennium, time gets shorter 

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder, disorder 

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