Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On, artist - Apathy. Album song On, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
On |
| I got my boombox on |
| Demigodz on |
| This shit goes on and on and on |
| It goes one for the money, two for the paper |
| Three for the doe, four for some more later |
| A shark in the water, I’m hard as Darth Vader |
| Lift you off your feet with a thought and slice you with a laser |
| I lay around lazy, I’m slightly crazy |
| Fuck my life up and just let my wifey save me |
| Cause I blow more money then a movie budget |
| My mom hates how I rap but the groupies love it |
| Uzi does it |
| Ap’s whole crew be blunted |
| Fist up your girl’s booty like a human Muppet |
| And I’m down to Fraggel Rock with my cock in Miss Piggy |
| Sippin' sizzurp with Bert, tryin' to spell Mississippi |
| Got a little thick chick, not as massive as Missy |
| But she look like Rihanna when I’m drunk and pissy |
| Pump ya fist, I fuck if ya cunt ain’t fishy |
| But I got a Magnum up, raw humps are risky |
| That’s supposed to be your wife? |
| Pssst |
| She don’t act like married |
| Got her in the palm of my hand like a Blackberry |
| Ap’s very macked out, tricky as Dracula |
| You get your shit snatched like 50 in Africa |
| Abracadbra, disappear in an Accura |
| I send a van full of Demigod fans after ya |
| I ain’t just a punk, I’m tryin' to wild in the song |
| I’m 'bout to spray up Warner Brothers for Styles of Beyond |
| Fuckin' with the boom-boom-click |
| Get Busy Committee, yes that’s my shit |
| You’ll feel the bark and the bite like DMX’s mics |
| I’ve been nice since skateboards and BMX bikes |
| Now, I’m tatted up, bad as fuck, deeper than an aqueduct |
| Shit is over, wrap it up, drink beer, slap a slut |
| Lie, steal and cheat, pump rocks to crack heads |
| Y’all is stupid listenin' to what a rapper says |
| Boombox on |
| Demigodz on |
| This shit goes on and on and on |
| Yeah, I’m ghost riding the Ghostbusters' Ecto hearse |
| You a god damn faggot in a retro shirt |
| My knuckles? |
| Well? |
| I bet those hurt |
| Plus Ap and Celph got the best flows on Earth |
| So show and prove it |
| But you scared, only talk to me behind a fence like the neighbor from Home |
| Improvement |
| And I’m Title «The Tool Man» Taylor with two blammers that’s fatal |
| And yeah, I get quite the facial stare |
| Put your face on the stairs with your neck on the bottom floor |
| Walk you through hell without goggles on |
| And when the Godz and the Pharaohs form a hockey team |
| It’ll make your posse seem the size of a coffee bean |
| When we roll deep, I’m in the coach’s chair |
| Not sayin' I’m the leader, I’m just sittin' in the coach’s chair |
| Am I ferocious? |
| Yeah |
| To put it in perspective, it’s like you’re a gopher compared to a polar bear |
| I’m ice cold with the sharpest incisors |
| Murder She Wrote like Chaka Demus & Pliers |
| (Or that old bitch on the typewriter) |
| Cause either way, a female gon' witness how I eliminate |
| And fall in love with me like Guru be lovin' Lemonade |
| If I was on elimiDATE, I’d eliminate the date |
| Crack her head with Ike Turner commemorative dinner plates! |
| Illustrate hate, hop on the interstate and forget I’m awake |
| Boombox on |
| Demigodz on |
| This shit goes on and on and on |