Apathy - Science of the Bumrush 2 lyrics

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Apathy - Science of the Bumrush 2 lyrics

Yea, uh uh, what uh Yea, uh, what Demigodz No doubt Science of the bumrush, volume 2 Quarter's in the meter Un-stoppable, in-vincible Check, Apathetic and Celph-Titled We pimp it out like this [Verse 1:Apathy] Yo I slip b**hes rufies, snatch m**m kufis Still steal from the store and sneak into the movies Playin old Nintendo on black and white TV's I got illegal cable and burn all of my CDs Takin toilet paper out of bathroom stalls I'm hangin out over your house to make my long distance calls Borrow kicks and gear and never give em back Even if I like your song I'mma still say it's wack When I'm blowin off steam I'm just plain f**in mean Dissin little kids to give em low self-esteem Got quarters in the meter when I hit you better stay down You're gay now, and couldn't buss if your name was Greyhound [Verse 2:Celph Titled] Yo, I'm known for pullin heists, pawn shops to hold my ice Shiny Glocks leave you shook like that b**h in Poltergeist I'm makin rap loot from rhymin and makin' hits While you be beggin n***as on websites just to check your sh** In fact the same fist that I hit you up with Was found inside your b**h's cli*oris after she s**ed my dick The Demigodz ain't give a f** if you lovin it My clique hold heat, like Wolfgang Puck oven mitts I stay in New York where my fam keep it gully And any cypher I'm in the other rappers are my understudies Step outta line and I'll draw you a chalk outline I heard you did a joint with Puff Daddy and got outshined You just a gay rapper, lovin what them f*gs do You ain't had p**y since p**y had you My whole entourage is known to beat you in the head to d**h Apathy and Celph Titled the underground Red and Meth [Verse 3:Apathy] I got a white wifebeater, head wrap and white sneakers Uptown nikes they white, I'm the great white hype Demigodz diving in piles of diamonds Brilliant, shimmering, glimmering, hustling Swindling, foes we injurin f** choking a chicken I'll choke a chicken for frontin' on the chocha Chillin', chattin' with chicks on a Motorola I keep my game tighter than p**y on junior high chicks The fly sh** that I spit got b**hes ridin' my dick [Verse 4:Celph Titled] Yo, it ain't a question we representin' for derelicts And lethal terrorists, my whole clique spittin' with arrogance My rhyme caliber will melt through any teflon And I got you wearing armor Fubu with an army suit on Listen bucko I'll fire flame your frame to stucco And put you in the crevices, plastered against the window You can't test this I'll ice grill you til you write your last will and testament And throw your body in the wet cement I give a groupie b**h much love even if you're fat I'll serve her a** a good dick rockin a chef hat n***as know that when I let the rocket launcher blow It's apocalypse and I'll be stockin sh** like extra Glocks and clips Celph-Titled the true ghetto visionary That flip necessary messages like high position secretaries I make you see more black than a million march in mola**es In a solar eclipse wearin Ray Charles' gla**es You'll never do this sh** right I'll put your Ampex in spandex and even then your tracks still won't come out tight [Verse 5:Apathy] Stock market logic profit fattening my pockets I'm relaxin in the tropics with topless goddesses jockin it Now this is where it gets tricky Chicks try to trick me but I never trick Get head in the whip and then I split Mack a better b**h Bust nuts and guts like Beretta spit Spit better than competitors spit but this is effortless Rob gems since the beginning of time like Genesis Got Jenna Jameson on the genitals, f** a feminist I support p**n, and stripper hoes slippin down poles Lickin chicken's titties and tickle em where my dick goes I blessed her Ran up in the dorm to molest her f**in college b**hes, P C U next semester, and I'm out

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