Apathy - The Hook lyrics

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Apathy - The Hook lyrics

(Apathy) Yo, all the dough I'm rakin' in Is more than Bill Gates is takin' in Layin' in the bed, gettin' head from Jenna Jameson Strangle Hell's Angels and jack their Harley-Davidsons Ap spits raps on wax they can't wait to spin The way that I freestyle, you'd think that I hate the pen Never follow the traits of trends from papes to spend Only f** dates that I rate ten While b**hes you stick, pose for cameras and break the lens For all you gay f**s, this sh** is a wake up To show you that I bust like "D" titties in A-cups When I attack you f**s and slap you up Even your imaginary friends won't back you up (Majik Most) Yo I'm comin' off hotter than condoms on the Human Torch Pushin' off on your girl with torque Appylin pressure, because see, no one's fresher Watch your little sister put my picture on the dresser It's Majik Most, expect nothing lesser So now you wanna battle when you see me at the party Bring your own chalk to outline your body I come off rocky performin exorcisms Extract your ghostwriter and laugh at your writtens You fake a** player, why you flash money for I'll entertain your who*e with a Commodore '64 And still get her on all fours, beggin for more (Hook) This is the hook, it's repeated two times And usually the end of each line rhymes We couldn't think of anything better than this It's just six emcees, all got something to spit (C-Rayz Walz) I ain't the cat to lounge on, I get my pound on With a brick fist, do my thing when I spit, I'm found on Any stage with a list of sick beats is dope enough I come to those events with can openers For real, I'm makin deals with Celph when we speakin When you're gettin bones, the only time you'll have a hot weekend (Get slapped) f** props, I snuff cops And leave you out the picture like midget mugshots f** you computer hoes who just found flows I shove you outta an airplane, call it my download And stingin' you nice and can paralyze you k** yourself, if I was wack, that's what I'd do (Celph Titled) You can find me an the crib, probably f**in a ho On a daily basis, I make a buck plus a whole All it takes is a microphone for me to let my flow loose Hit the avenue, and bag b**hes like they were produce I politick, but like to extort n***as most of all Because I be bringin more suspense than Stephen King in overalls Celph Titled, you know the name right New York City famous, see my face in spotlights I don't even like rap, I just like to talk sh** And I'm quick to pull the heat when the block get thick For all you science fiction n***as, that's tryin to get your tape out I'll ship your body parts across the globe, leave you spaced out (Hook) (Louis Logic) Y'all don't want no beef with dutch ma**ive You claim you're battle emcees when you're just pa**ive You'll get smacked like s*ut's a**es When you cut cla**es during final exams, bunch of ingrates p**y rappers will menstruate, ??? finally cramped You better call the EMS to stop your PMS Or purchase ??? even less, you wish to never be as fresh See me in the flesh, like Morrison at the Whiskey A-Go-Go Pissin on promo tapes and sh**tin on photos This is a no-no, keep wishin' you're so dope I'm switchin my logo To me grabbin your neck to with both fists in a chokehold A lot of dick riders try to lick my nuts The funny thing is, y'all dummies think that this is a low blow (Dutch Ma**ive) Motherf**ers keep askin when my album is droppin It's not, only made that sh** to play in my walkman Y'all ain't worthy for the sounds that I produce for you Yo, I told you cats, evaporate, but bullets when through you I a**ume the sh** talkin and always an*lyze rhymes I got a smart mouth, I used to beat-box for Einstein Line after line, my mind has more storage space I'm Ma**ive, you're just some kid with a deformed face f**in' waste, ("yo dutch you dead wrong") These chickenheads is stupid, can't understand my songs Y'all speak the slang of the modern day caveman Roll your crew out, chop their head off, and smoke the remainin brain stems My flames been on, tell me I ain't alive I'll strap a bomb to my chest and stage dive I thrive off keepin' your sister's breasts in my palm And I got pictures of her on Majik Most dot com (Hook)

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