Apex

[Hook: Chris Webby] We the food chain's apex - and muh'fucker we ain't ate yet Any food sittin' on your plate's what we'll take next Keep it dirty on the mic, but we stay fresh Set fire to your tape decks [Verse 1: Nems] (Nems!) Let the burner flame on your set You run off on the plug, we just hang the connect Put this in your tape deck, it'll break the cassette Soon as I finish writin' my verse, I bang on my chest 'Cause I'm an apex predator, spray TECs, wet you up You a bridesmaid at a same-sex wedding, bruh Your best work is shit we do on the regular Homie you not a killa, at best you an embezzler Sneak thief, whack bars and weak beats Hatin' on us in the game from the cheap seats I will pull up on your girl like, beep, beep (beep beep) Bitch get in the motherfuckin' car and eat meat I know your mother, she ain't raised no shooter And that chain is garbage you should hate your jeweler Give my little man a ounce of haze and buddah Have him pull up on a Razer scooter, blaze and shoot ya I grind hard every day 'cause we ain't gettin' younger Top of the food chain with a tremendous hunger While Webby was in the booth spittin' bars I went into his phone and stole Halle Berry's number, what up [Automated voice] "We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected." What the fuck! [Verse 2: Apathy (Nems)] Your father shoulda pulled out and blew it all over your mom's rear You're trash that pop beers on the back of a John Deere (Apathy!) Better cop No-Doz, 'cause sleepin' on this song here You'll wake up with long beards, and think it's the wrong year Aw yeah, beat you to death, diss you at the seance Then cut it short, like the hairdo on your gay aunts Melted cassettes, scratched up wax and scribbled raps On scraps, while hoes Snapchattin' they snatch So distractin', extractin' souls while I'm relaxin' The pyramid builder, windmillin' into a backspin Adios suckers, I'm peelin' out in the Audi Feelin' out how the crowd be - real fuckin' rowdy Fight music, type of evil demons want to fight to it Kill the mic and resurrect it, then I'll put a spike through it 'Cause can't nobody try it or rock it I'll tie it to a rocket, and fire it at a fiery comet You're finally seein' my psychotic side when I'm on it Invite me to flaunt it, you saw it and you violently vomit I'm the worst-case scenario like AIDS in your flu shots You rappers scared to flow should take a bath with ya boombox "Ravishing" Rick Rude, in a savage and sick mood Turn rappers to fish food, get masses of chicks nude The apex predator, Ap circles the sharks Soon as the verse starts, the vets give purple hearts [Verse 3: Anoyd (Nems)] Yo, I possibly rap's illest, I knew these wack spitters were catfittish And I'm flabbergasted that you attached with it (C.T.!) If I subtract fingers, can you "add"-mit it, I'm that wicked You'll get it later like last minute, shock critics, infinite Swim underwater with a Trump supporter And don't come up 'til I'm sure I can really cure lung disorder With a bunch of quarters, I'm sure I could fund your public order But I'm keepin' everything to myself when amongst a hoarder That kinda sorta, Webby call when he need me to merc a verse Then I slur my words like I'm Dirt Mcgirt when convertin' herbs And insertin' thirds at the curb, in a virgin you don't deserve When the curtain says, "do not disturb" and you still observe, it's a burden We the food chain apex, in a tape deck Ain't no way you can escape death I wear my Air Forces when it's pourin' the rain check The food chain's apex, I feel like a plane wreck in the main deck (Mickey!) [Verse 4: Mickey Factz (Nems)] This dude limitless, true penmanship Born cam, get too out the frame, did you picture this? (Factz!) I move militant, too intricate, who's into this I'm only the good elements off the food pyramid You listeners need to hire a nutritionist King with these cool images, rule villages Y'all food primitives, did my research on you shitty buffoon lyricists So technically, y'all could say that I do due diligence This is school syllabus, learn what I earned, I urge you to move different Or squirm and get burned from the words, I spew cinemas Remove privileges, Tom Hardy I'm too venomous (yeah) Without CGI, this genie fly Make a wish, colorful alias, graffiti mind We be ridin', see me try to just keep in line Make a move, without movin', I get that Ouija vibe (Ren Thomas!) [Verse 5: Ren Thomas] I've been makin' bodies disappear like Bin Laden's (uh huh) Need people to send dollars every time my pen vomits Fact is I need ten commas next to the name Ren Thomas Tell the truth, with a gun to my head I'm dead honest {bang} Tired of them comments, sayin' I look like so-and-so (Oh, really?) But these rap cats will never reach me, like my phone is broke Assholes sniffin' Paxil capsules in the bathroom (sniff, ah!) While y'all suck at whatever rapper you get attached to (faggot!) I'm raisin' bars like Roseanne's old man (uh huh) I'm in the trenches everyday, going Rambo HAM (braaat!) I peep how they plagiarize, think I'm slippin' you played your eyes Beef with my team and doctors will stabilize (yeah) I ain't cocky, how great am I? Since I was 8 or 9 (uh huh) I first ever created rhymes, took the game and made it mine (It's mine!) Had a Mother's Against Drunk Driving meeting in the road (Hello!) Afterwards we got drunk in the parking lot and drove *Car skids out of control and crashes* [Webby] My Turn! [Verse 6: Chris Webby] Got Dr. Jekyll's personality, with nothin' to hide I'm In-N-Out… of my mind, Double-Double with fries So cover your eyes, you gon' need a spot you could hide Or hop in a ride, leave town, and cop a disguise The Lord of the Flies, face war paint with the pig's blood Always on the grind since the times that I flipped bud Runnin' up a tab but I'm still tippin' like Slim Thug Underground money shit, I'm hustlin' with Dig Dug Rap hot, spellin' out my syllables in caps lock Sharper than a Slap Chop blade when the track drop If you disagree, suck a fat cock Catch me outside, like a motherfucking airport bag drop Twenty in a matchbox, we gonna start a fire now Still just warming up while my competition is dying down Sway labeled me a hyena but wear a lion's crown You better get to lyin' down Welcome to our fuckin' side of town Yeah we them tri-state carnivores Indominus dinosaur, the kind that rhymers watchin' for Disassemble every part of your body is on the floor Smashin' Aphrodite up on the throne of the God of War Tuco Salamanca, I'm breakin' bad for the genre From the north, with a Sansa that is stark, naked and proper I'm bonkers and button-pushin' in Contra Konami Code with a choppa The only honky they bumpin' out in Wakanda Rollin' with some wolves and some lions, tigers, and bears With some eagles, hawks, and a falcon that's flyin' high in the air Got a tank that be full of sharks, and a silverback that'll tear you in half So just be prepared, yeah they callin' us [Hook: Chris Webby] The food chain's apex - and muh'fucker we ain't ate yet Any food sittin' on your plate's what we'll take next Keep it dirty on the mic, but we stay fresh Set fire to your tape decks We the food chain's apex - and muh'fucker we ain't ate yet Any food sitting on your plate's what we'll take next Keep it dirty on the mic, but we stay fresh Set fire to your tape decks