| I’m the misbehaving, pistol waving, shooting shifty ricocheting
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| It’s amazing instigating, fights till my fist will breaking
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| Bitch you’re slaving, this is Satan in the flesh, no imitation
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| Stoned of the grim stone, hell fire inhalation
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| Impatient sick of waiting, sick of pacing in my room
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| In syncopation with the shit that’s playing feel it boom
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| Sick of chasing chicks I’m dating, dick 'em and I’m quickly skating
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| Spitting insignificant ignorance mixed with information, inspiration
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| Hoes indoor, fasten indication kids are waiting
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| For the latest Demigodz installation, integrating
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| Deadly virus, vaccines in the patient here’s an invitation
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| Got your sister tied up in my basement
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| Innervating flows, old literate can’t take No Doz'
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| Like I’m sick and laying in my bed hallucinating
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| Shoot to facing, ahhh
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| Dudes are waiting outside your hospital room pacing
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| While you’re recuperating I’m feasting
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| On raps no doubt Ap’s beasting
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| We bullet holes from gats you cats are just bee stings
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| These things that we do are actions of heathings
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| Fuck with me you lucky that your lungs are still breathing
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| Achieving things that most humans could not
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| Since I was little in the cold and my nose was leaking snot
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| Fuck what Dead Prez said nothing is bigger than hip hop
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| It’s a long shot, but I’ll be at the top
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| Ap’s unstoppable, smash through any obstacle
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| Get money long as cocaine stay choppable
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| Walk upon a chick and mask her astrological
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| Vomit on myself I’m sick of how phenomenal
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| I rock the mic it’s like a biological
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| Weapon that explode and melt your body molecules
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| Uzi in a shopping bag making less spottable
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| A meth manufacturer, Ap’s so methodical
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| Bad news motherfucker, can't outfox
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| Straight villain we filling up socks
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| With jagged box, the batteries in my winter hats
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| 95% of about getting stacks is stripping chicks
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| Naked like cinemax
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| Got New England on padlock
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| Visit your little sister in college to steal a laptop, bitch
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| That’s word to my Reebok black top
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| I’m at home on Xbox fucking at black ops
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| Ever since Chris sang about a black cop
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| I was down at Sesame street selling the Fraggle’s rock
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| It’s wicked cold out, throw on your winter coat
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| We the reason why your little bitch is so into coke
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| I put your head out, I put your head out
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| Jump off an spread out
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| I put your head out, I put your head out
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| Pump put your head out
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| Jump off and spread out
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| I put your head out |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word to the 23rd Freestyle, artist - Apathy. Album song Fire Walk with Me: It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп