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letra de one man army - apathy

[intro]
here he is, the villain that we warned you about

[verse 1]
ayo i’m countin’ all this money i’m stackin’ up the hundreds
i’m brushing off my shoulders ‘cuz the cash is in abundance
i’m badder than you buzzards who battle but you buggin
i’ll splatter you for frontin leave you shackled in my dungeon
i’m shaq when i be dunkin leave you shattered like a pumpkin
on a porch on halloween when all the teens are halfway drunk and i’m laughing while i’m f-ckin and my shaft is steady pumpin
in ya b-tch while you be watching like a chaperone or something
in acetone i’m dunkin the axe i used to bludgeon
you rappers who be bluffin puffin crack rocks or something
i’ll sn-tch the f-ckin sun right out the atmosphere
and summon several savage winged horses with the force of cattle runnin
i’m stampeding ya function i’m kidnappin the mic
in the pitch black of night to kick raps i like
got chips stacked to heights of cliffs campers hike
the clique’s cancer like quickly cancel ya life
i’m kinda cannibal like the rhyming animal type
i’m toxic when i’m rockin’ so close the canister tight
i k!ll so stand still like a mannequin might
i’m manic and might panic so pan the camera right
to a crowd of fans ignited the night ambulance lights
give disbelievers a seizure, then they vanish from sight
flip words like vanna white in a white van to invite
like a gotta missing puppy and lots of candy for tikes
i’m the one
[verse 2]
it’s a fact that ap is iller the prophylactic filler
put it on ya girls face like a snapchat filter
got fat stacks of skrilla from ascap i’m realer
you’re a loser producer that stay swagger jackin dilla
no extract of vanilla i’m exact with the sk!ll of a
ex-pat from manila turned to contract k!ller
drill a hole thru ya skull and end ya trifle existance
keep gold on my body like the life of egyptians
known to murder anybody for the slightest resistance
and they call me the king ‘cuz i write with consistence
y’all are handicapped rappers needing cipher assistance
got snipers at a distance with rifles and munitions
i’m nicer with the writtens than psychics with predictions
biters get addictions want the price of my prescriptions
i always stay driven even in icy conditions
turn wifeys to chickens have her siphoning my liquids
the mighty whitey wicked nike kicks in every color
emcee crusher mc escher
hands sketching each other the way i scribbled in the pad
when i was living with my dad when i first went outta state
but i was liftin up the flag for connecticut
ct king never forget it when i say speak curses
it’s nothing you can edit
i’m imhotep with black magick on the tongue
automatics in the mattress, i’m as bad as they come
i’m the one

- apathy

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