Stu Bangas - The Recipe lyrics

[Intro:] Welcome to the future [Verse 1: Apathy] I got the juice, the ruler of the world like Zeus Hounds of Hell on a leash I'm about to let loose New school Audi A6 with GPS Old school BMW with BBS A neurotoxin poisonous as BBD Turn on CBS or the BBC I'm a beast planting seed up at 3 BMs I'm the BB Kings typing on BBM Make more moves than M.J. or MMA I'm like the IRA or NWA I'm A-P, that's me, my initials official See the 9MM on the side of my pistol I live in CT, I chill in LA I need that USD, I stay well-paid I'm DGZ, I'm GBC, I been a G since the date was BC I don't f** with LOL or BRB I'm more LONS plus PRT I'm AOTP, put you on the IV Head honkey in charge, the HHIC [Hook:] Yeah and it don't quit I can break it down like whatever you want Yeah and it don't quit Trying to sneak peep the recipe Yeah and it don't quit I can break it down like whatever you want Yeah and it don't quit And you don't stop [Verse 2: XZibit] Put out an APB on Mr. X to the Z Grew up on NWA and the DOC I can't sing or play guitar like the BOB But I can put you underground with this .223 I'm an ammo dump, you a vagina for sale You a long running joke like SNL Go to sleep with a dream waking up to hell Spellbound, hypnotized when that fiction fell Anything on the street you can get it in jail THC, PCP, h**n, the reals n***a ain't sh** free, my sh** COD Cripple a victim, hit your system like HIV Tried to position intervention but you MIA f**ing G-A-Y, it's in your DNA I'm a POW stumbling out of the jungle Leeches, malaria on me but still ready to rumble Notify the FBI, call the CIA Hit the ATF, tell them to bring more tanks Definition of the mission, competition is none What's a punk-a** pistol to a Gatling Gun? C'mon [Hook:] [Verse 3: Apathy] You could be the submariner and never reach this flow's depth I Cobra Kai those who try, get your shin bone swept I'm a magician like Egyptians think of Imhotep I slice backyard bullies, let Kimbo step It's not a smart idea testing if this rhyme's real You're better off breakdancing through a minefield It's the way that I'm built, I'm a pompous jerk Motherf**ers get k**ed like a Scottish skirt Send an SOS, Ap is XXX From the LBC to the South BX Y'all are DOA, let the coroner cover you You're WTF, Ap is FTW I'm FTP, it's in my DNA Got a DUI from the E&J They say that I OD, they say I'm an OG I just tie up a score and throw it in OT I love OPP, I got OCD Word life, I got OC's old CD I miss ODB, f** the FCC I miss Fab Five Freddy on MTV