[Apathy]

I'll make you motherfuckers break out like soda and grease

Devoted to speech and how it flows over the beats

We're rollin' deep holdin' heat like the code of the streets

Reloadin' my piece while faggot rappers go to police

Yo I use more force than even Yoda can teach

Try to counter my opponents but the total decreased

Flows released until every last foe is deceased

Build a throne from the bones of the bogus and weak

So if you ever pickup a mic to beef or to diss

You'll cease to exist before the metal reaches your lips

The reason is this: picture gettin' Jesus to spit

Multiply by six and you'll get me when I flip

Walk exotic beaches with bitches who fiend for the dick

They get exotic, freaky, and viscous, and eager to lick

Let my foes roll deep, bring toast to the beef

Fuck bullets, I could catch lightening bolts in my teeth

It's Apathy, the baddest rapper with the mentality

That's as savage as survivors of a nuclear disaster

Aftermath's as massive as asteroid crashes

Frontin' like your bad when half your boys passive

I pass that six-way shit, play slick

I'll be up inside your nose on some switchblade shit

Writing (?) style motherfuckers better be listening

I start spittin' and leave your brain like Jessica Simpson

Fresh in the flesh, now-a-days I'm better at pimpin'

Gettin' every single chicken, tryin' every single position

I'm top seated

Burn your stomach lining like there's crack rocks in your pocket and

You see the cops heated

Cannot be defeated

It's not an option I treat it like it's pussy, get it poppin' anytime

That I need it

If a bitch ain't wifey and she like me or I beat it

Then she's likely to describe me as being slightly conceited

The type to type your number in my phone and then delete it

Leave it alone, if you ain't givin' me dome then I don't need it

I got kinky hoes in skimpy clothes

With brain powers that could crack Da Vinci codes