DJ Next [Nextclusive Barbeque Sauce Freestyle]
Title | DJ Next [Nextclusive Barbeque Sauce Freestyle] |
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Artist | Apathy |
Album | It’s the Bootleg Muthafuckas! Vol. 1 |
Release Date | 2003-09-23 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro:] Yo, DJ. Who the fuck is next? Yea, Apathy of the Demigodz, my dick's bigger than yours motherfucker! (Yea, motherfucker) Straight outta Compton motherfucker. I'll fuckin'... (yo) shove a can of fuckin' beef stew up your ass and put a can opener down your throat an open that shit bitch. I ain't fuckin' wit y'all. Yo, Apathy of the Demigodz, uh. DJ Next. What the fuck y'all want? Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Apathy] My style's enormous, knock the planet off it's balanced orbit I'm takin' out the trash like I get allowance for it My brain's processin' data, deep knowledge analyst Gettin' paid like liquor stores on college campuses Brain cells swell like the flames hell contains My shit's goin' gold like Nintendo Zelda games If y'all try to step to me I'm lookin at you skeptically You probably won't get far like a retard on Jeopardy You want to spark beef then you better call a truce Or you'll fall of like Bishop in the last scene of Juice And I don't give a fuck what you're doin' to the beats Y'all could never burn me like Lucifer at the beach (I'm too hot) And even if I die from Glock shots Cats won't believe I'm really dead like 2Pac I'm hidin' out in Boston, they'll dig up my coffin And bug when they find it's the body of Andy Kaufman [Hook] Have no fear, prepare for the exclusive Have no fear, prepare for the exclusive [Verse 2: Romen Rok] Well it's the funky girl gettin' GQ, keepin' it cool With that whip hit rap shit turnin' my lips blue Fuck the cheeseburgers I brought the brew to the barbeque And we ain't gonna stop drinkin' 'til the cops come through (You and what crew?) Funkbunker Fleet, Rudolph style With the Gray Clouds Lounge, home of the upside down smile Keep the crowd loud like the muffler on a Harley My favorite video game is Yars Revenge on Atari I catch a lot of kisses, handshakes, and support I'm creative like a kid with a box of sidewalk chalk We cause more racket then a wooden roller coaster MC's with chips on they shoulder get bulldozed over Peace to DJ Next to Alius and Ap Who never walk on stage without skrilla and dap And to all your sour patch crappy cardboard blues Here's a stone cold Steve Austin double-fisted fuck you! [Hook] Have no fear, prepare for the exclusive Have no fear, prepare for the exclusive You might also like[Verse 3: Alius] Let the cop play bitch, Alius game sick Call me Dr. Naismith, treat y'all to plain basics Equation to be blazin', science of rhymin' Forgot them platinum dreams when I heard about diamond I'm in the zone, with every weight of my own off the dome Rock with Ap and Romen 'til the cops come home, it gets ugly Let the industry love me, refuse to let 'em fuck me Try to crack black, I snap back quicker than a bungee I'm that Coach Tony Dungy, controllin' your Buccaneers Like drity sluts and beers, I'm what's gettin' fucked in here I'll bust a nut in ya ear, impregnatin' your thoughts Left alone to raise my brain child, no ounce of support Then i'm vacatin' to spark, my verbal journals are to fertile Gettin' gear like a gerbil before my squad has to herb you Haters on my dick so bad their mouths look like milk commercials (Gulp) Y'all got milk? |