Apathy - Welcome to Assholeville Pt. 2 текст песни

It’s a Demigod with a heater that’s robbing a preacher
And drives away bumping In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
The undefeated since a fetus is feeble and futile
If you were to ever try to fuck with a man with a fetish for voodoo
The Vatican burner packing a burner
Bird-slapper purse-snatcher hearse-jacker
I jog and the Earth fractures in fractions of seconds
The weapons I’m packing are popping
When I run up rocking the mask like I’m Batman and robbing
So shut the fuck up, you ain’t half as bad as Chad
I’m the future with the fury, I’m Medusa on the rag
I’m from Assholeville, middle finger on the flag
Eight Heads In A Duffel Bag and my jeans are sagged
So Merry Christmas bitches, I’m about my business
I’m Lucifer with the brains of a nuclear physicist
You say you get bitches but that is ridiculous
Been with your girl for years and still can’t find her clitoris
I’m stupid as a type of vibes
Sometimes forget rhymes like Lupe did with Tribe
Won’t lie, I’m real fucked up inside
And there’s no where to run to, there’s no where to hide
And I could never ever give these little bitches affection
Half of my exes are probably living in witness protection
This girl from Connecticut now is considered a Texan
Got bagged with a bag trying to smuggle my TECs in
I’m reckless, reaching for your girlfriend’s breastesses
Rapper slash face snatching necks or necklaces
Effortless, what more could y’all expect from this?
Ap is a motherfucking rap perfectionist
Fly hoody pussy getter, nobody does it better
Yell at em like Eddie Vedder
Venom spewing from every letter
Written in my rhymes shit I rip it every time
Did it, hit it, sipping Glenfiddich, fuck wine
Fiddle with her titties, get her digits if time permits
Overload your brain with data, blow your circuits
Atta boy, up and at 'em, there’s rappers to destroy
Bombs deployed, destroyed, I’m something you can’t avoid
I’m a droid, I’m a Druid, I’m stupid, I’m your boy
I’m the fluid in your veins, hip hop on steroids
I’m a motherfucking menace, backhand hoes like tennis
Have her sucking on my pen-is, Get her wetter than Venice
And if you’ve never heard a perfect verse I’ll show you what a ten is Just open up a notebook and point me to where the pen is Your famous last words will be «Ap's so ill»
Happy New Year bitch, welcome to Assholeville!