| Yo what the fuck are yall thinkin'
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| Lettin Apathy get on the mic
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| That’s like unleashing a fucking atomic bomb
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| Yo this is Celph Titled the mutherfuckin mother molester
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| Yo Apathy rip the spines outta these mutherfuckers
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| I’m gonna spit an incredible verse
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| Your head’ll reverse and burst
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| Till blood chemicals squirts all over medical shirts
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| Professional works of arts spark exceptional words
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| Short circuit mics and cause an electrical surge
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| Rhymes shine like lights off of pieces of ice
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| My speech is precise
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| Psyche like telekinesis in fights
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| Rhymes reaches heights of beacons and satellites
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| What man can scan Venus and find pieces of mics
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| My fetus type was genius like
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| Spit with the speed of light
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| Strike in the night
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| Strip you of your adidas stripe
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| You see this indy white
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| Cause you couldn’t be this tight
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| I’ma torture your wife while my fist squeezes the vice
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| Which unleashes the spikes
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| Brains leeches and mice
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| Right on the beaches in spice
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| Till she screeches with fight
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| The meanest to recite reaches for the weakest device
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| And releases to the people saying jesus he’s nice
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| I’m a bad man
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| Managed to damage an amateur
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| While I slap slackers and backpackers
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| My raps shatters you wack matter forever
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| Clever and still better with skill to sever your head
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| So bet that I’m ill
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| On the best records erected and ripped it in record
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| I erupted and ruptured your wack label built into wreckage
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| Respect this Apathetic is magnetic electric effected
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| And known to charge negative when I set it 1, 2, 3, to the 3, 2, 1 so hot with the tongue I can melt down the sun
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