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