[Verse 1: Apathy] I'm the alien tongue, you can call me Apathy Motherfucker's who wanna battle me better have backup batteries I'm burying Calvary and turn them in to causalities Then casually spread their dead bodies across the galaxy You don't wanna get fucked, you better stick with chastity You got some audacity of even thinkin' of rappin' with me I automatically tear up the human anatomy And make you lose phatness like your taking off calories Philosophy majors couldn't imagine or fathom me It's heavy like walking on planet's with no gravity Gradually I'll open up my own academy Where professors will lecture upon the intellect of Apathy Now I got groupies grabbin' me, jealous rapper's dreamin' of stabbin' me Coming to shows and tryin' to blast at me This bastard be the baddest over a beat With battery acid in glasses and labeled as incomplete
[Verse 2: Open Mic] You take back on the rack like a Lex Luger maneuver You're [?] like Bret Hart and caught the sharpshooter I'm live like Monday Night in the main event fight Like I work for Ted Turner, people do what I write A Million Dollar like Austin Stone Cold Wrestlin in bed with your woman, put your moms in a sleeper hold I've been told that I'm the champ of the world I get more ass than Ric Flair, catch stares from the Nitro Girls stack like [?], hotter than [?] heat Like corny gangs, we can have this match in the street If you knew the deal you would kept it real like Shamrock Like Shawn Michaels you faggot with your hand on McMahon's cock Get your ass kicked every week like Vince And start actin like Sting and never speak When I cum/come in the ring, like a condom gettin smacked Knock your ass the fuck out and stamp my logo on your back
[Hook: x4] Aiyyo that kid is marvelous
[Verse 3: Open Mic] You wanna battle my crew, you must be smokin' moldy crack This ain't butt fucking so there'll be no holdin' back When it's your turn you get burned like whores on Howard Stern This ain't KRS but it's your turn to learn I'll have ya stuck in a bad position like hounds screwin' And when you leave the stage and hear the whole damn crown booin' While ya playa hatin' when they throw my tape in Pass the microphone; I'll leave ya bloody like a butcher's apron Where ya comin' from think that you're nice, I'm tight You're slower than the second coming of Christ The Demigodz don't fuck around like (?) prostitutes And after this hit your gonna know who gots the loot
[Verse 4: Apathy] I minimize your planets size My shit is fly like Janet's thigh I'll throw my pen in the Atlantic and watch the titanic rise I scan the jungle like a predator with infrared, in my head is mechanic eyes I fantasize of wives with slanted eyes and a family of samurais Hold up let me summarize Apathy is ampin' up the track, turn the beat down Ya'll are straight bitches like pissin with the seat down We can get down; we can make the earth go 'round We can battle your crew and run you out of town Apathy be crushin' any planet that he stands on Demigodz are rougher than a sandpaper tampon
[Hook: x4] Aiyyo that kid is marvelous
Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair
Compositor: Chad Aaron Bromley ECAD: Obra #10674179