Stompkillcrushmode

[Verse 1: Apathy] Yo I got mad precision, with baggin' chickens Take 'em back to the crib and make bad decisions I'm a god when spittin', every song is written More complex than Japanese long division And I'm nice with the hands, fuck around get a nosebleed I never took a L, like a kid who don't smoke weed And I been fuckin' bird brain since first grade When you ain't ever seen it, like the pussy on a mermaid Read the scripture, my freeze is sicker Than an obese stripper with a fever blister I get deeper in your sister than a speech from Krishna Deeper than government labs where they freezin' Hitler Heed the warnin', the creature's formin' Who leave mic's exhausted, his sneakers yawnin' You can chop up my body, even eat the organs I'm respawnin' like Jesus on Easter mornin' [Chorus: Apathy and (O.C.)] I don't give a fuck yo (Certified nutso) Out for the gusto (Meanin' I get much dough) Motherfuckin' cutthroat (Bodies by the bus load) Stomp, Kill, and Crush mode (It's why I get my nuts raw) I don't give a fuck yo (Certified nutso) Out for the gusto (Meanin' I get much dough) Motherfuckin' cutthroat (Bodies by the bus load) Stomp, Kill, and Crush mode (It's why I get my nuts raw) I don't give a fuck yo [Verse 2: O.C.] Weed passed around in the party Thunder and lightning from the verbal tsunami Blows anonymous that John "Beast" Mugabi Verse haggle, a life's forever a fight inside me The underground's my zone so fuck chartin' billboard Rocked at legendary spots like the Fillmore Groupies tuggin' on my silk drawers Get love from those behind bars, locked behind steel doors My report's a toss up between Ea/Poet Piñero I'm a certified rap hero For twenty years explored the world over O's Globalist, box hard to reach via mobile It's all from vocals, over music I record Through time for die-hards, again I'm at your disposal I'm the calm one, but my man is sort a sick Ap's the type to tell ya chick, "suck my…" (haha) [Chorus: Apathy and (O.C.)] I don't give a fuck yo (Certified nutso) Out for the gusto (Meanin' I get much dough) Motherfuckin' cutthroat (Bodies by the bus load) Stomp, Kill, and Crush mode (It's why I get my nuts raw) I don't give a fuck yo (Certified nutso) Out for the gusto (Meanin' I get much dough) Motherfuckin' cutthroat (Bodies by the bus load) Stomp, Kill, and Crush mode (It's why I get my nuts raw) [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Back in the day I shoulda signed to Suave House I shoulda bought the publishin' to "Who Let The Dogs Out" But all that shoulda, coulda, woulda shit is for complainers Turn your body parts to puddin', put 'em in containers And it's a shame I got problems with Jake, like Gyllenhaal haters My ninja stars surf like Billabong razors I'll still lick Nicki Minaj silicone layers And every motherfuckin' gun I get, I will install lasers IRA fireman, send a W-demo To Dublin, Ireland, for armed practice firin' And when I'm swellin' melons, you'll get sent to Intensive Care 'Cause I'll make your hat bigger than Busta or Pharrell would wear Put on a Ted costume and commit the crime barefaced My AR aerates, you guys wear lace Yes, my doe is long, so y'all bitches know the song If I take a selfie, it's a goddamn photo bomb [Chorus: Apathy and (O.C.)]