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Apathy( Chad Bromley )
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Block Island Sound
[Verse 1:Apathy] Rock over the beat, rock over the drum Better look out God, here the Devil come Spit 'til your cerebellum is numb Blow speakers with the force of an elephant gun I'm Attila the Hun, I'm as ill as they come 9mm filler still a killer that stun Like electrical voltage, grip deadly as Vulcans From the depths of the dungeon the dragon's awoken Run for water while your village is smoking Bring any competitor and I bet they get broken Laying on the ground with their head split open A notion to plasma get blasted approaching The master of roasting, you rappers are joking You better have a cheat code, a magical potion Tracks I'm composing get acid erosion You acts like you're frozen And fractured and broken And cracked and corroding You're wack, you're a rodent Ap is like Oden and in fact I'm the omen Motor-boating boobs while the pool's overflowing Suckers overdosing your soul is left floating
[Verse 2: Locksmith] With a handsome price I'm the hands of Christ I'm the smell of deceit that is Sampson's wife I'm the serpent in the bush With the sermon that was pushed Bare-footed Jericho trying to dance the pipe On the bright side of genocide And gin aside, every sin side See you with your henna side I don't sympathize To one of you sin aside Put a synth in the sinner essentially in his pride Pin clinching intention is intention Incision any rapper you then mention Innocent victims they been lynching Fuck it, we all muppets this system is Jim Henson A real hassle shit that they will ask you Women that still bashful Hit you and then pass you Stay clear I catch you in cape fear Max Cady under your jeep gripping under your wheel axle Still maxing three bitches-Bill Paxton Bill Capson put his ass in a steel capsule Black suit but i'm still casual Play Judas over your grave bitch i'm the real Satchmo Is that so? I've sort of been living my life as DiMaggio or Castro I'd rather be dead than be put in a black hole You lack flow, you ingest ? There's more gas in your lungs than your chest can hold
[Verse 3 - Wild Card]
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