Biohazard - New World Disorder lyrics


Hey, yo fuck it. I'm rollin in a 4-barrel Camaro, toward the Triburough, 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 try to breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows,

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 raindrenched skin infest-

ed 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 lastset 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 pheremones, 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 Millenium, time gets shorter

Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder

[Lord Humongous]

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 fear in

my eye, I behold a pale horse. Armageddon, no time to cry we all die as

the sky turns red, the missles start to fly. Factionstake action, eleven

families rule, millenium approaches, survival of the roaches. Body

armor will make you feel calmer or safe from the drama, deplow stealth

military bombers, ass out, get down on your knees and pray; illuminati

takes your soul on the eve of judgement day as the armies of darkness

irradicate life and we all go to hell and satan fucks your wife. Strife, ter-

ror without a minute to pray, human beings at odds, peace becomes dis-

aray, I'm 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.


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 presisdents, 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 Camaroon, 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. Irradication 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.

[Sticky Fingaz]

I woke up, bar codes on my forehead, it's a living nightmare, my families

all dead. I gotta call Fred but no dail 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 oxigen bill. There's no tomorrow, I

wish a nigga murder 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, mat-

ta 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, I'll see you in hell, see you in hell.

[Additional bass on "New World Disorder" by Christian Olde Wolbers

Additional Percussion on "New World Disorder" by Igor Cavalera]

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