Apathy

Apathy - Battle Me lyrics

Your rating:

  

 





[Verse 1]

I master my steez, disaterous to wacker MC's

Attacking with ease, and bring a bat to shatter your knees

I'm badder than these...

Rappers screaming, "Apathy please, show mercy"

But their begging doesn't matter to me

I'm allergic to wacker rappers, and automaticaly sneeze

So when they rap after me, I try not to breathe

Blow flows into tissue like boogies and snots

Cock the hammer, pop the glock like a rookiesh cop

And when bitches see me rock, their pussy gets hot

Got 'em counting down the days that it took me to drop

And when the records in the store, you'll be begging for more

Cause you never heard a style like this perfected before

From the surface of the Earth to the center of the core

Epidermis of a girl or placenta of a whore

All the verses in the World couldn't settle the score

Causy Apathetic is the master of the deepest metaphors


[Verse 2]

I'll snatch your ¿link?, just to make you think

I draw gats quicker than the human optical blinks

Have you terrified, washing your sweaty face in a sink

Cause you pussy like a porn star dressed in pink

I'm on the brink of blowing to being thrown in the clink

Cause I start fights with cats like my shit don't stink

You think you gigantic, but you Titanic sink

I'm dynamic with ink, making larger heads shrink

I don't rock ice, don't even like ice in drinks

Go south for the winter, to hot for ice rinks

You flow soft, knock your nose off like the Sphinx

Hit hoes off, that's why your girls see's me and winks

I'm the sleeziest rap fink, Hip-Hop's Larry Flynnt

Hard to see like black tints, cats squint to glimpse

Never leave hints, photos, or finger prints

I'm down low, below underground macs and pimps

You new jack's and whimps, try hard, but cum limp

While my name is getting print across billboards and blimps

Ap Bar-B-Ques you shrimps, leaving my imprints

An inch in your skull before you could even flinch

Battle me, step up and die

So let me clarify, that I terrify

Paralyze, while you sit there and cry

I never lie, verify

I travel without moving like Ap was Jamaroquo
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found