Rob Viktum - Swine Flu (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy] Ey yo I'm Keeping out a trouble, keep the heater on humble Got a box cutter hidden underneath my belt buckle Melt metal into puddles like supernova's with space shuttles A wicked wizard who loves evil and hate muggles I use a Rambo knife to shave my face stubble Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles First world troubles got duct tape if the b**h struggles Get on top and exercise them hip muscles Nowadays rap is more hipster than hip hop sh**'s pop, feminine as Penelope Pit stop You bringing all of this androgynous fashion in Puerto Rican lesbians be looking more masculine Mask tape your face and slash ya skin You gla** chin motherf**ers get ya skulls bashed in A never-ending story like Falkor and Bastion But the nothing is the label and rappers who cashed in Cash cow golden calf Moses holding his staff Foes laugh til' they laying in forensic photographs Know the wrath is like Cain when I'm attacking your brain Extract plasma out the veins like it's Dracula fangs [Verse 2] Coke machine room cipher, murder rap for hire Twenty five to lifer twenty five lighters on my dresser Yes sir, I gots to get paid Joe Pesci in goodfellas I gots to get made And here comes Allen Iverson I gots to get braids Riff-Raffish, cut the beard off and I'm still savage You got a million songs out, you still average I got three singles under me, they all cla**ics No catalog b**hes still subscribe to 'em Millionaire swagging and he ain't got a dime to 'em Walked a good game ever since I was high schooling Bring that 9:40 central standard time to 'em Ten paces, turn around draw we high noonin' John Wayne meets John Wayne Gacy Could have finished that scheme, but I was feeling lazy f** you, Pay me and all that good sh**, motherf**er [Hook] Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles Now a days rap's more hipster than hip hop Gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls basked in (Well) Skulls, skulls, skulls bashed in [Verse 3 ] Yow my blade's nice, pacing around the room like I ate too many fumes Inhaling great tasting fumes fluid, am Oral Donovan Dead come August, flippin', Lucy O'Ball trip me swimming on your carpet (Well) Target, walking around people watching they target The power harness, me, I scout for the darkness I'm Cali but I'm cool, I put Khaki on your booth I de-spy you, you sick, spit swine flu (Well) I'm Michael Scorn that's what birth madness There ain't no standing, been k**ing sh**, Heny Hernandez Hope to bail, I think they just wake the giant So good you wanna slap your mamma There's riot, I think I personally keep my local liquor store in business Allegedly, a lucid me, I intimidate the witness Am self taught This tight and this is not cool I'm trying to burn a bag a sh** at the corporate port to Fox news [Hook] Never kept ca**ettes in the car in case the tape bubbles Now a days rap's more hipster than hip hop Gla** chin, motherf**ers get they skulls basked in (Well) Skulls, skulls, skulls bashed in (Well)