Days coming were fighting.

Terrified or ready everything changing.

Government upside-down, stupid or clown, sad day's colt style prase,

World War coming inevitable,

Lots of life to go to another world,

Lots of people just don't see it don't know,

Better prepare, keep the undertaker away, at bay he can stay. [Loop] Be ready for fukkery. It's coming. Shooting first will be the thing foreign feet kicking your door start shooting. Protecting what's yours. [Vers] Dark days are coming, Drummers, drumming, deadly beat, bombs evaporating concrete, Find a spot and plot with people you trust, Gun's and bullets are a must, They will enslave and pass around the The women and female children and execute the elderly without a second thought, torture for some labor for others death for most. [Loop] Be ready for fukkery. It's coming. Shooting first will be the thing foreign feet kicking your door start shooting. Protecting what's yours. [Vers] If there boots touche our cost, Those. Who don't want guns will learn real quick. Stupid idea cost them quick, teachers turn to killer's moms save their kids, suicide. over being captured, sad reality, But a better way to face your fatality. Tortured sex slaves, work camps, followed by American Genocide if we don't win, [Loop] Be ready for fukkery. It's coming. Shooting first will be the thing foreign feet kicking your door start shooting. Protecting what's yours. [Vers] They don't play by the rules that we have been. War crimes will not exist, but be all there is. Burning alive will be a normal terrifying reality they give, We do not want that America, invaded, be ready, practice shooting, Learn to fight with a knife. Get used to blood, It will be yours, if not theirs. Make peace with your god, Beg for forgiveness in advance. Pray to find Safe places to Sleep and the little bit of food to eat. Water is something you will need, he'll on earth is what I see, Nuclear fallout. Another reality, Agony. [Loop] Be ready for fukkery. It's coming. Shooting first will be the thing foreign feet kicking your door start shooting. Protecting what's yours. [Vers] Mercy killings for those you love. A tough thing to swallow, that'll haunt you like a deamon nothing can be right,

Hungry tired cold hot hiding life, prey they don't make it in our Soil, it will be the end of this life, Soldiers stealing wives and daughters for pleasure at night. Screams of agony pleading for them to stop, eco threw the sky's, body's on display Terrifying life. Don't be mad at what they do to keep this from our life, we have it better than anyone on earth, count our blessings twice, [Loop] Be ready for fukkery. It's coming. Shooting first will be the thing foreign feet kicking your door start shooting. Protecting what's yours.