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letra de apocalypse - caucasian

[verse 1]
i don’t believe in science but i’ll never plead to a higher power you can p-ss and spit on me all you like i’ll just take another shower
i don’t give f-ck about nothing that’s why my name is what it is and if i’m coming off racist i couldn’t give a sh-t rap is the apocalypse and i’m the epitome of what’s stopping it i don’t want fame money drugs or a b-tch i want the exact opposite pr-ck
i’m a young socrates my philosophy is due to my enhanced knowledge on psychology shut the f-ck up listen to my anthology the terminology of the semiotics i got it in my vocabulary
narcotics i don’t endorse them i got better things to burn with my salary english with the hip hop side of me plus i encourage the white rapper scene i don’t smoke drink have s-x probably for the best i’m a normal male teen
but i’m not though i’m the only kid in my generation with mind state like mine, hating on everybody who is fake not because i’m jealous cause i want change and remember mind states change wait let me say that slowly remember minds they change throughout the duration of life and it’s amazing how young people can show so much admiration for the wrong sh-t being a grand stander and not paying for what comes out of it

[hook]
please stand by
please stand by
this is a national emergency
please stand by

[verse 2]
apologies for sharing my forgetting dreams? lost prophecies of hate hypocrisy in spades/ society throwing all responsibility away well you all can just swallow these nuts/ until you throw up my waste i bottle these up for days/ sick one liners to decimate the page eliminate my rage/ cuz if didn’t/ i’d go batsh-t-insane a packet of mints/ two coffee sips/ is all it takes
to unhinge and throw my wit/ your way a sharp tongued pr-ck/ with limitless sh-t to say
about how i pull drive-bys on kids as they play five tries not one hit/ need to fix my aim
look into the barrel/ my finger slips/ & the bullet hits my brain you really think a man/ like this would exist today? roaming the streets without a leash/ wielding three grenades
staring at the graves of soldiers who got blown away trench coat/ wielding a loaded 12 gauge “sober is overrated” ,he yells in a rage pulls the pin of the grenades/ and blows up the whole place you better hope/ this whole/ myth is a fake
or you might be the next lonely victim he takes he’s so deranged he claimed he slit his own wrists when he shaved

[outro]
welcome to the apocalypse with caucasian dropping sh-t
welcome to the album we ain’t even started yet

- caucasian

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