| Stop what ya doin cause I’m about to ruin
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| The image and the style that you’re used to
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| Cause I’m about to ruin
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| The image and the style that you’re used to
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| I got an appetite for destruction, Ap is back
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| Murder beats, get hoes, there’s an app for that
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| Grab the battle axe jack pink Cadillac (Sissy)
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| I’m a Garbage Pail Kid doing the cabbage patch
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| Play chief, get shot with a stray arrow
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| You suckers imitate more rappers than Jay Pharoah
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| Rocking gay apparel, them jeans’ll make you sterile
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| I’m steady stocking that ammo and cocking a double-barrel
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| Rock the show hard as an army of Viking warriors
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| Storming your little village then pillage till we victorious
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| Stories of us painted on the walls of caves
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| An image of your bitch sucking on my balls for days
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| I’m like Genghis Khan on the back of a horse
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| Or Billy Joel with a bottle of Jack on the dash of the Porsche
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| Blast with a force of Soviet rockets in cold wars
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| You on tour bagging whores with cold sores
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| wisdom fuck bitches to the rhythm
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| I’m hard as nuclear fission, a student of pugilism
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| Which means Ap will rock your motherfucking head off
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| I’m logical as Spock, drink vodka like Chekov
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| Stop what ya doin cause I’m about to ruin
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| The image and the style that you’re used to
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| Cause I’m about to ruin
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| The image and the style that you’re used to
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| Pirate mentality, teeth holding the knife in place
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| Meet me on a rap tour and a raptor might bite your face
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| And what will happen is you’ll get shipped down in packages
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| Thank God I keep the meat tenderizer in my cabinet
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| But truthfully my vision varies
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| I got from a visionary to a vicious leader of killer militaries
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| Using old machine guns (why I need better gats?)
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| These’ll still burn holes in motherfuckers like a treasure map
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| Think that Celph’s soft then I’m a just stare at y’all
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| Cause I’m Cyclops and yes the sunglasses are off
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| So get a bulletproof armour suit and chin guard
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| Army surplus galore, I’m going more than
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| My prestige is presidential
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| I’m prevalent when you pressing the pressure preppy I’m prepping my pistol
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| I cast the pyramid hex that leave you dickheads covered in blood like period sex
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| Stop what ya doin cause I’m about to ruin
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| The image and the style that you’re used to
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| Cause I’m about to ruin
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| The image and the style that you’re used to
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| I break through all barriers, trust Ap’ll bury you
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| Nowadays rappers sound like cartoon characters (Hilarious)
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| Raps I write cover an area with paragraphs are larger than aircraft carriers
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| Swearing yeah my middle finger express my hand gesture
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| Fuck you a she-man dresser that dress like Fran Drescher
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| Cro-Magnon with a crowbar, might eat you
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| Pro with a Magnum, keep you in check like Nike sneakers
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| I’m white as wife beaters on white trash on cop shows
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| Selling stolen Picassos in front of Costcos
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| This is the Demigodz gospel, I’m holy and hostile
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| Acidic apocalyptic apostles
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| Pop those snot-nosed thugs who act
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| They’ll order gun and they afraid to pop the bubble wrap
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| My gun powder’s dusting them
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| My duns and them is troublesome
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| My Glock alone is like a foster home cause I be sonning them
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| Stop what ya doin cause I’m about to ruin
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| The image and the style that you’re used to |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop What Ya Doin'-2, artist - Apathy. Album song Stop What Ya Doin' (Prod. By DJ Premier), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп