Apathy - Mother Molesters Freestyle lyrics

Apathy, Majik Most, Celph Titled What Demigodz Mother Molesters Let's Go [Verse 1 - Apathy] I k** rappers every day These labels need to setup a fund To teach stupid motherf**ers how to get up and run I ruin careers, take you off MTV cribs And put these kids back in the MP3 biz I match from head to toe, got bread to blow I don't trick on chicks but get head from hoes Cause I stay ga**in' b**hes like Texaco They deep throat then leave notes with X's and O's Next to their name, I'm the one the sweat the most Cause my bread stacks are fatter than Texas Toast All these heads that are rappers dissect our flows But they're so far from hot it's like Eskimos I'm far from a front like trunks in stretch limos Pop some sh**? Nah I don't really sweat my foes Cause while you sittin' on the phone tryin' to get some shows Your girls on her way to my crib with extra clothes [Verse 2 - Majik Most] When Majik screams on the tracks it makes Lil' John sound like a little blonde I detonate a little bomb; have your face hangin' off of palm trees in your lawn I'm the Don Wan with Don Johnson jacket's on With a bu*tafuco to pick up your mom You'll get crammed in your dishwasher with your head jammed in Dancin' on your corpse playin' Bob Marley Jammin' Man handle your melon; peel your scalp like a Mandarin You couldn't be dope if you body-snatched me Put on Khaki's and sold yourself to black families I'm in my private shanty with Ashanti's panties No girl can do me like Kobe, please In Aspen I'm gettin a** from (Claude Etogees?) Have her crusin' my room bu*t naked on ski's Come in my log cabin; get your head stabbed in Fed through a wood chipper, kid what's crackin? [Verse 3 - Celph Titled] (Lookin' for my?) big shot, that must mean my shells are huge And my pencils are puttin' sideburns on your Elvis suit In 1997 me and Majik Most were sellin' bootlegs Pimpin' hoes, holdin' a cane with a golden goose head Now we gettin paid just for makin' the music Do a track for free? {"That I'm not gonna be able to do"} Tappin' broads like I was Savion Glover I got no seeds n***a cause I'm keepin the babies in the rubber This one b**h tellin' me she's gonna be havin my daughter Choked her purple cause the judge gave me a gag order You f*gs oughtta get ghost, we sendin back the defects Your beats sound like T&T Music Factory rejects Driving down the Ave. I'm seeing bits of your crew I can't tell if it's a gay club or Black Eyed Peas video shoot When I'm droppin' bombs inside your city limits It's best you get a plan with the most rollover minutes