Trife-A-Saurus Rex
Title | Trife-A-Saurus Rex |
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Artist | Apathy |
Album | It’s the Bootleg Muthafuckas! Vol. 1 |
Release Date | 2003-09-23 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Apathy] Apathetic! Dynamic Syncopation! (It's the Trife-a-saurus Rex) Demigodz baby! It's like that! (It's the Trife-a-saurus Rex) Yo, I see you little soft cats at my shows (It's Trife-a-saurus Rex) Thinkin' you can rhyme, Thinkin' you're a superstar 'cause you go to your little open mics (It's the Trife-a-saurus Rex) or get in your little battles... (It's the Trife-a-saurus Rex) Y'all are little suckers son! (It's the Trife-a-saurus Rex) I'ma pimp slap you! TRIFE-A-SAURUS REX!!! [Verse 1: Apathy] You can't handle the heavyweight, I'll blow your spine Like imaginin' a hoe, I could blow your mind You cats at shows don't even know your rhymes You better start payin' your hype man for overtime Every other line seems to be a quote from mine Like if I was Biggie Smalls and you cats were Shine I'll smack you blind, suplex and crack your spine Snatch your shine like acts of crime, then slap your dime For trynna stand in front of a punk-ass man Throwin' upper hands like my fists won't land I'm the diabolical deadliest biological war The highly volatile raw, fry your molecules more Than an atomical bomb, the comical dawn With your aunt and ya mom on both arms at ya prom Gotcha little sister in her bedroom strippin' her thong Talkin' to me on the NET at Apathy.com [Chorus: Apathy and Celph Titled] You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex [Verse 2: Apathy and Celph Titled] My heart pulsates beats and bumps bass 'til my pulse rate Developin' a skeleton with metal in his skull plate Headbutt your dome with the impact of lead buck from chrome I'll earthquake and crush your home... base Toxic waste struck the clones so doctors race To reconstruct the bones and replace (The chromosomes in your face) I'll steal your soul Throw it through the ozone and let it roam through space (The underground's been polluted by you little soft suckers) "I really don't enjoy it when they say motherfucker!" Well motherfucker guess what, I'm mentally wise Whether parentally advised or intellectually high I'm arrogant, talk down to inferior fags My head's so big I'll use trash bags for do-rags You trynna run up on Celph with demos and shit (Hahaha!) He'll sign you... (If you let me fuck your bitch!) You might also like[Chorus: Apathy and Celph Titled] You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex [Verse 3: Apathy and Celph Titled] Yo, I want the fame and fortune, treasures and wealth Young girls dream about me to pleasure theirself I went straight to the finals, skip the audition Spit some raw writtens and ripped the competition Stuck chicks on tour, grabbin' their hair I'm havin' affairs with pairs in extravagant lairs Come home to my wife and she's packin' my wares Swingin' at me with a steak knife, stabbin' the air (Get the fuck out!) (I'm the Trife-A-Saurus Rex!) Baddest cat in the pack Rollin' with Celph (A black gat strapped in the Ac') I make calls to terrify, babies run in the street Cop dough when we do show with Governor Pete Got my brothers in the family and blood's thicker than water It's deep, I'm the Godfather to Open Mic's daughter And all you rappin' bitches who wanna provoke and battle... Step to Trife-A-Saurus or the Eso-pterodactyl! [Chorus: Apathy and Celph Titled] You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex You know it's pimped out, why would you ever want to step Or flex, flex, flex with the Trife-A-Saurus Rex |