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letra de stompkillcrushmode - apathy & o.c.

[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 j-panese long division
and i’m nice with the hands, f-ck around get a nosebleed
i never took a l, like a kid who don’t smoke weed
and i been f-ckin’ bird brain since first grade
when you ain’t ever seen it, like the p-ssy 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 resp-wnin’ like jesus on easter mornin’

[chorus: apathy and (o.c.)]
i don’t give a f-ck yo (certified nutso)
out for the gusto (meanin’ i get much dough)
motherf-ckin’ cutthroat (bodies by the bus load)
stomp, k!ll, and crush mode (it’s why i get my nuts raw)

i don’t give a f-ck yo (certified nutso)
out for the gusto (meanin’ i get much dough)
motherf-ckin’ cutthroat (bodies by the bus load)
stomp, k!ll, and crush mode (it’s why i get my nuts raw)
i don’t give a f-ck yo

[verse 2: o.c.]
weed p-ssed 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 f-ck 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)

i don’t give a f-ck yo (certified nutso)
out for the gusto (meanin’ i get much dough)
motherf-ckin’ cutthroat (bodies by the bus load)
stomp, k!ll, and crush mode (it’s why i get my nuts raw)

[verse 3: celph t-tled]
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 sh-t 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 motherf-ckin’ 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 b-tches know the song
if i take a selfie, it’s a godd-mn photo bomb

[chorus: apathy and (o.c.)]

- apathy o c

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