| It’s a Demigod with a heater that’s robbing a preacher
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| And drives away bumping In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
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| The undefeated since a fetus is feeble and futile
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| If you were to ever try to fuck with a man with a fetish for voodoo
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| The Vatican burner packing a burner
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| Bird-slapper purse-snatcher hearse-jacker
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| I jog and the Earth fractures in fractions of seconds
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| The weapons I’m packing are popping
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| When I run up rocking the mask like I’m Batman and robbing
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| So shut the fuck up, you ain’t half as bad as Chad
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| I’m the future with the fury, I’m Medusa on the rag
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| I’m from Assholeville, middle finger on the flag
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| Eight Heads In A Duffel Bag and my jeans are sagged
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| So Merry Christmas bitches, I’m about my business
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| I’m Lucifer with the brains of a nuclear physicist
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| You say you get bitches but that is ridiculous
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| Been with your girl for years and still can’t find her clitoris
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| I’m stupid as a type of vibes
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| Sometimes forget rhymes like Lupe did with Tribe
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| Won’t lie, I’m real fucked up inside
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| And there’s no where to run to, there’s no where to hide
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| And I could never ever give these little bitches affection
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| Half of my exes are probably living in witness protection
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| This girl from Connecticut now is considered a Texan
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| Got bagged with a bag trying to smuggle my TECs in
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| I’m reckless, reaching for your girlfriend’s breastesses
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| Rapper slash face snatching necks or necklaces
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| Effortless, what more could y’all expect from this?
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| Ap is a motherfucking rap perfectionist
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| Fly hoody pussy getter, nobody does it better
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| Yell at em like Eddie Vedder
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| Venom spewing from every letter
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| Written in my rhymes shit I rip it every time
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| Did it, hit it, sipping Glenfiddich, fuck wine
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| Fiddle with her titties, get her digits if time permits
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| Overload your brain with data, blow your circuits
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| Atta boy, up and at 'em, there’s rappers to destroy
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| Bombs deployed, destroyed, I’m something you can’t avoid
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| I’m a droid, I’m a Druid, I’m stupid, I’m your boy
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| I’m the fluid in your veins, hip hop on steroids
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| I’m a motherfucking menace, backhand hoes like tennis
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| Have her sucking on my pen-is, Get her wetter than Venice
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| And if you’ve never heard a perfect verse I’ll show you what a ten is
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| Just open up a notebook and point me to where the pen is
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| Your famous last words will be «Ap's so ill»
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| Happy New Year bitch, welcome to Assholeville! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome to Assholeville Pt. 2 , by - Apathy. Song from the album The Black Lodge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп