| I master my steez, disaterous to wacker MC’s
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| Attacking with ease, and bring a bat to shatter your knees
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| I’m badder than these…
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| Rappers screaming, «Apathy please, show mercy»
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| But their begging doesn’t matter to me
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| I’m allergic to wacker rappers, and automaticaly sneeze
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| So when they rap after me, I try not to breathe
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| Blow flows into tissue like boogies and snots
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| Cock the hammer, pop the Glock like a rookiesh cop
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| And when bitches see me rock, their pussy gets hot
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| Got 'em counting down the days that it took me to drop
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| And when the records in the store, you’ll be begging for more
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| Cause you never heard a style like this perfected before
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| From the surface of the Earth to the center of the core
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| Epidermis of a girl or placenta of a whore
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| All the verses in the World couldn’t settle the score
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| Cause Apathetic is the master of the deepest metaphors
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| I’ll snatch your link, just to make you think
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| I draw gats quicker than the human optical blinks
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| Have you terrified, washing your sweaty face in a sink
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| Cause you pussy like a porn star dressed in pink
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| I’m on the brink of blowing to being thrown in the clink
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| Cause I start fights with cats like my shit don’t stink
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| You think you gigantic, but you Titanic sink
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| I’m dynamic with ink, making larger heads shrink
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| I don’t rock ice, don’t even like ice in drinks
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| Go south for the winter, too hot for ice rinks
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| You flow soft, knock your nose off like the Sphinx
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| Hit hoes off, that’s why your girls see’s me and winks
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| I’m the sleeziest rap fink, Hip-Hop's Larry Flynnt
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| Hard to see like black tints, cats squint to glimpse
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| Never leave hints, photos, or finger prints
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| I’m down low, below underground macs and pimps
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| You new jack’s and whimps, try hard, but cum limp
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| While my name is getting print across billboards and blimps
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| Ap Bar-B-Ques you shrimps, leaving my imprints
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| An inch in your skull before you could even flinch
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| Battle me, step up and die
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| So let me clarify, that I terrify
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| Paralyze, while you sit there and cry
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| I never lie, verify
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| I travel without moving like Ap was Jamiroquai |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle Me , by - Apathy. Song from the album It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп