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.)]