[Apathy]

I crash landed like a cosmonaut on a planet that God forgot

All these pop rappers makin' records have gotta stop

Rockin' like I'm Akhenaton, knockin' down the Gods you jock

Shuttin' down the block like I'm SWAT when a cop is shot

Drop a giant quicker than Goliath with slingshots

My rings and my watch... got a stash box in Gringotts

Ancient raps written on scrolls with the ink blots

Titty pics in the inbox, pretty bitch with the pink socks

Pretty sick with the hip-hop, insidious with the shit-talk

Edward Teach on the beach on the beat soon as the ship docks

Flintlock pistols that pop when your clique plots

I'll leave a blood puddle so large that I could skip rocks

Your chick jock my thick cock, evil as Alfred Hitchcock

Fuck her on your bed then I have her order me Pink Dot

I pimp a lot of ladies and I pimp a lot of sluts but

Lately it's the latter it don't really matter much

Got these rappers mad as fuck that they math isn't addin' up

'Cause Ap is up to somethin', summonin' demons to snatch 'em up

I'm savage as fuck, every single sabbath I erupt

In a fit of rage, I spit a page of raps I construct

To alter the Earth, place you on the alter like a ritual

Spit despicable scripts that'll leave your condition critical

Any individual's dissin' is inadmissible

You little bitch, you bitter? My middle finger dismisses you

Missile guided by digital pixels in my eyelid

Half physical, half metal, assembled as a hybrid

Like Robocop; I make the most gassed rapper's motors stop

You never tote a Glock, you totally Photoshop

Photographic memory, never forget an enemy

Immortal so I kill they family members every century

Centipede speed, all you smell is the scent of weed

Never leave witnesses freed, I just let 'em bleed

Believe me I'm beastly, you'll beg for a peace treaty

I'm 5-stars in GTA when police see me

And I'm the reason why your bitch got a bad back

And why the studio's got a policy with Aflaaac

My habitat is toxic, got me rocking a gas mask

Ap's back, cummin' in your baby mama's asscrack

A class act that clash with the wack

Cash in stacks, bodybag bars, casket raps

Cats collapse when they feel their spinal columns just snap

Snatch your soul through the hole in the back of your snapback

Blackin' out, fuckin' spazzin', imagine me when I'm angry

Ravagin' ladies who say he's like a dragon with rabies

I'll carjack a Mercedes and drive it back to the 80's

When Ap was a baby to find out why I'm actin' so crazy

Actually the most accurate way you'd have to portray me

Is out sellin' Fugees The Score and score a flick for Scorsese