Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apezilla, artist - Gorilla Voltage. Album song The Lost Tapes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gorilla Voltage
Song language: English
Apezilla |
I was cryogenically frozen and brought back |
To piss on all you bastards, Austin Power hungry |
Making fackish brandy for the savage |
Cabbage patch of rappers |
I be smacking 'em with my garbage pail |
Hard to tell between the men and the mice |
When I’ll be up for sale |
Alpha male pale in comparison, your garrison |
Pussy-footin', that’s why you fake fucks is failing |
All black sales barking orders at the Hip-Hop border |
Acid rain mortar, new world order |
Bring the torch of shame |
But blasting flames at all these roaches |
Scattered dames and another of the cocoa powder |
Brains up on the wall, a flower, blame it on me |
Choke up on my name up in your mouth |
You cowards, our grapes and another of the bloody rose |
Is the social matter |
Jaw shatter, so what’s next, go back to the basics |
DVD be the apex, I could be the boogeyman |
I’m such a sick pup, I upchuck dialect |
Deliver from both fist fight |
Bitch pluck, picking em out of the crowd |
You wanna dick suck? |
that big ol' bubble butt was in effect |
So watch your lips up, grip my grave, dig a bigger picture |
Is the creme nut, splendid |
She sucking and licking and fucking like a champion |
Smell huh |
Hell ya, two girls, one cup, same shit that all y’all clones sip up |
And get spit out |
I buy the quip tonight you wanna quip tonight |
Godzilla seeing red tryna find a fight |
Tricky tanks mobbing like the Mormons on the bike |
So spreading the word and burning the crosses upside down right |
Way you fit to be fitted, we liquid nitrogen, we chilling |
We the Hip-Hop Kennedy’s, to stop us, gotta kill us |
Villainous since I been a hearing aid man |
When I made men for your brain and I got you in my crosshairs |
Ore in my eyes, guess I’m just a kid |
Little fist, press, squeeze, and trigger |
On the spin |
Pure dread coming through your system like a cancer |
Rap necromancer, black flag waving in the wind |
On the rampost, ram horns rising with my forehead ransom |
Lamb on a platter |
Bloody your bladder, you can’t slow dance but a gorilla |
Can get you steamrolled and even for debit |
You on the wrong side of the green inferno |
No one gets out alive ain’t tribe prime be eternal |
Yeah Colonel Sand blast around it and out the jacket |
Jaw jabber, jaw running they mouth, glass shattering the bra |
No more talky-talk, walk into the Sarlacc Pit |
Ducking and dipping and diving and dodging |
All your bullshit |
Too crip |
Time to put the point to rest |
Like I put a knife to right, right in your chest |
Turn the blade and let the poison infest |
I piss on your grave and take a shit when you laid to rest |
Well that wasn’t very nice |
Apezilla |
You guys are sick |
Shut up ho' |