APATHY & CELPH TITLED

APATHY & CELPH TITLED - On lyrics

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[Chorus: Apathy]

I got my boom box on

Demigodz on

This shit goes on and on and on

[Verse 1: Apathy]

It goes one for the money, two for the paper

Three for the doe, four for some more later

A shark in the water, I'm hard as Darth Vader

Lift you off your feet with a thought and slice you with a laser

I lay around lazy, I'm slightly crazy

Fuck my life up and just let my wifey save me

Cause I blow more money then a movie budget

My mom hates how I rap but the groupies love it

Uzi does it

Ap's whole crew be blunted

Fist up your girl's booty like a human Muppet

And I'm down to Fraggel Rock with my cock in Miss Piggy

Sippin' sizzurp with Bert, tryin' to spell Mississippi

Got a little thick chick, not as massive as Missy

But she look like Rhianna when I'm drunk and pissy

Pump ya fist, I fuck if ya cunt ain't fishy

But I got a Magnum up, raw humps are risky

That's supposed to be your wife? Pssst

She don't act like married

Got her in the palm of my hand like a Blackberry

Ap's very macked out, tricky as Dracula

You get your shit snatched like 50 in Africa

Abracadbra, disappear in an Accura

I send a van full of Demigod fans after ya

I ain't just some punk, I'm tryin' to wild in the song

I'm 'bout to spray up Warner Brothers for Styles Of Beyond

Fuckin' with the boom-boom-click

Get Busy Committee, yes that's my shit

You'll feel the bark and the bite like DMX's mics

I've been nice since skateboards and BMX bikes

Now, I'm tatted up, bad as fuck, deeper than an aqueduct

Shit is over, wrap it up, drink beer, slap a slut

Lie, steal and cheat, pump rocks to crack heads

Y'all is stupid listenin' to what a rapper says

[Chorus: Apathy]

I got my boom box on

Demigodz on

This shit goes on and on and on

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

Yeah, I'm ghost riding the Ghost Buster's Ecto hearse

You a god damn faggot in a retro shirt

My knuckles?

(Well?)

I bet those hurt

Plus Ap and Celph got the best flows on Earth

(So show and prove it)

But you scared, only talk to me behind a fence like the neighbor from Home Improvement

And I'm Title The Tool Man Taylor with two blammers that's fatal

And yeah, I get quite the facial stare

Put your face on the stairs

With your neck on the bottom floor

Walk you through Hell without goggles on

And when the Godz and the Pharaohs form a hockey team

It'll make your posse seem the size of a coffee bean

When we roll deep, I'm in the coach's chair

Not sayin' I'm the leader, I'm just sittin' in the coach's chair

Am I ferocious? Yeah

To put it in perspective, it's like you're a gopher compared to a polar bear

(I'm) Ice cold with the sharpest incisors

"Murder She Wrote" like Chaka Demus & Pliers

(Or that old bitch on the typewriter)

Cause either way, a female gonna witness how I eliminate

And fall in love with me like Guru be lovin' Lemonade

If I was on ElimaDATE, I'd eliminate the date

Crack her head with Ike Turner commemorative (dinner plates!)

Illustrate hate, hop on the interstate and forget I'm awake

[Chorus x2: Apathy]

I got my boom box on

Demigodz on

This shit goes on and on and on

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