Doomsday

It's happening all around the world
A sudden change in the weather that no scientist can explain
Some call it doomsday, but we cannot tell anything for sure
All we can say is to stay inside

Cause there's a motherfucking storm coming and a couple more bid
All your money on it, this shit is getting morbid
Born within an unfortunate event, a poor kid
Torn from the parents and then thrown into an orphanage
(God bless)
No offense to those these metaphors hit
Differently my lore is similar to abortions
I won't quit morphing
No matter how much morphine you pour into my soul
I'm a cold blooded dolphin

You may call me schrodinger's boy, cuz I don't know if
I'm dead or alive, but
I just keep on going
Noticing my coldness is enormous is but obvious
But obviously none of this registers when I'm on my way
To kick the fucking doors in, like fuck having a chorus
Showing no remorse to those of us who's been forcing it
Of course this isn't forged for you to sing a fucking long with
I'm going hard as shit, now watch me rip my torso
As I drop another fucking bomb
Bitch I'm on some shit you won't get
But I don't sweat it
Cause I get along with being alone
I'm up in the zone like fucking the throne up
Dumping a whole lot more than a blown gut
Call me the goat, cause I'm on a roll
Hot hoes come along, I go giggity giggity
Oh fuck me I'm a whole lot bigger
Know not when to hold up with the growing up shit I'm on
I can be no longer at home
For your own sake better let me go
Cause I finna blow and you better lay low when I get to evolving
Like changing my form, and then this is your final fucking warning

I'm turning into Thor like I'm straight up outa Norway
No way you're gonna lift my motherfucking Mjølnir
You ain't worthy to hurt me now
Let alone to destroy what I'm holding
Whether you're Odin, or Loki, or Hela hoping to control me
I'm low key the whole kingdom
Running it on my own, though I'm hella lonely
I'm cold blooded like I told ya
So I don't give a fuck my homie, I'll take it all

And leave you starving
Call me the devil if you want, but I'm worse than him
Of course I am
I'm forced against the walls
In this position by the laws
I sin for a cause
A sorcerer marksman with a couple heavy balls
And it goes without saying that I'm lost in this world
My real life has been placed on a pause
And I'm the one who caused it
Yet I blame my fellow gods for it, as if they want me gone
When all along they've been supporting me
To write a song to honor our bond, well
Maybe such a thing will come along soon with a monsoon, yet I'm
All too stupid to get along with the sun and the moon
So call me a goon cause
If you hand me a gun Imma shoot
No matter the wheather or whether or not I'm a trooper
Instantaneous, coup
Stuck in a loop with a dangerous group of maniacs
Seeking their treacherous loot
Calling it
Truth