How U Feelin?

And they drove him there

Like a key to a skeptic

When the bills start nibbling through the door

And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone

Won't you come in

And let's get started

This angel's fallen

So hear my calling

The beats are rolling

The tension's growing

So join our reverie

Walk into heaven

We're driving Lambourghini's and we're sipping on martini's

We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis

We're sowing what we're reaping but we're here to set you free and

Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you feeling?

Bringing it closer than an eye holes at your service

Nevermind, the Secadona is no place to work

Double rhyming laying strong on the tab of the nervous

And the design all gone, packing fruit for dessert

It's for infamy, same as the next man walking

Taxable personal business

Finding it so difficult to tell the difference

Between key and non-structional and biggest hits

Hey you may find your sound

And then I'll open up the doors of love

And steal the gangster in town

But if you give me the crutch

Down in the home of the dead

I'll crave nothing much like

(I'm back)

Enough

Driving Lambourghini's and we're sipping on martini's

With caviar and bellinis but we're spying on bikinis

And if that dancing's good enough we're here to set you free

Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you feeling?

Apocalypse is nearing

So tell me how you feeling?

Yeah, I can hear you screaming

But tell me how you feeling?

Apocalypse is nearing

So tell me how you feeling?

You're kicking and screaming

But tell me how you feeling?

Kicking the clone

The rain is pouring

And I don't know what's worse

Sitting here in the back of a hearse

Barbecue's so warm and

The speedbumps are forming

The bitching summer

The gods are killing

The fires are burning

The pages turning

And I'm the chosen one

I wasn't chosen for this

For the song you sung and you been kissed

And my condolonces son, this ain't fun for anyone

Please ignore the clemency

Amen