Welcome to Assholeville
Title | Welcome to Assholeville |
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Artist | Apathy |
Album | Baptism By Fire |
Release Date | 2007-01-15 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse: Apathy] I talk shit like my shit don't stink I don't front like I'm rich, I don't rock no link I never puff piff, and my clothes ain't pink I ain't a punk ain't a pimp but I walk with a limp I'm real cool, educated but never graduated school I was a little kid on Ritalin that was ridiculed Most rappers yall put on pedestals are pitiful MySpace pedophiles, completely predictable Pick apart my flow pattern completely invincible Try to read off the notebook the words are invisible Visualize this if you can invision Spitting so precise its like Christ has arisen when he writes Alright, alright, I let ya catch up This ain't nothing but a button to make ya self destruct Structure strategies Suckers get stripped quicker than whips in the hood So get going while the going is good And if ya didn’t ya should Shut up and open ya ears Spit out a flow so fierce every foe disappears I been ferocious for years, so fuck ya bogus careers Yall got it popping, well nobody even notice ya here You like mosquitoes in ears, buzzing but swiftly get swatted As quick as I’m spotted these muthafuckas pussies are clotted You get it you got it, you got me so the chicks be exotic Even my peoples up in Boston say I’m simply retarded Pumping that hydroponic, aquatic fluid, the speakers blewing Shit I speak is deep as druids, I'm street, and speaking fluent Influence like Influenza when I spread in ya centre This menace will send a sickness up in ya bitches placenta So suckers surrender With different rapper, chicken macka, trick attracter Old school muthafuckers be like listen to the whippersnapper! Bitch attacker, dick her after, hang her from the kitchen rafter Chip stacker, click-clacker, nobody can spit it badder Kill that chitter chatter throw some blows and ya chin’ll shatter There ain't been a sicker cracker since Serch or Mr. Mathers It’s the baddest average, Ap’s after star status So he gases up the masses then its ashes to ashes Now, let me breath on it, kill MC’s on it Fuck ya girlfriend's face and blow seeds on it Yall musta really got it twisted thinking Ap’s so chill You see that sign up ahead? Welcome to assholeville I'm in an whip blowing donuts with 2 hoes sluts blowing both nuts My girl hear this, she gonna go nuts I'm Eazy-E, loc'ed up, I'm Bobby Brown coked up Fucking Jessica Simpson after her and Nick broke up I'm sittin' on the border of Heaven and Hell Praying to God and Satan at the same time so records will sell With every breath I exhale Another crucifix nail, is impaled just to make certain I failed But I ain't stopping 'till I’m dropping, that’s just simply not an option Get it popping or I'm pumpin' oxyconton in Wisconsin I rap and produce to an felon and boost to Believe me 'coz CD's ain't sellin' like they used to... Believe me 'coz CD’s ain't sellin' like they used to…You might also like |