[Apathy]

Bionic demonic evolution pollution of the soul gold-plated

Nickel-plated pistol that's located
Sedated, straitjacket, I traffic narcotics
I'm cosmic, cookie-cutter #~!!@ up or cut her I'm robotic

Magical when I'm pouring all these potions in the pot
$#&@ed up from all those years pops smoked pot, !@%!e, and microdots
My sniper on the roof don't blink from rifle shots

Ninja Gaiden moves when I scale up walls
Throw Chinese stars when I rhyme these bars
Spit-shine these scars, AP stand large

Leave your head covered red like Van Halen guitars
I'm 80's, kinda like Charles In Charge
New Edition and DeBarge and DeLorean cars

We harvest human bodies like alien farms
I'll leave cuts on guts but not caesarian scars


[Celph Titled]

I stay cap-peeling em, rap villain with a cape and cane

Passenger 57 bringing snakes on a plane
Sit you in the mother$#&@ing exit row seat, blow the door off
Watch you soar, off the Testarossa speed

The metronome to my beat's erratic like jungle music
I put a hole in your dome, don't need a gun to do it
Yeah I'm $#&@ing stupid

The army of the gods is certified, I cosign everyone I'm in a group with
I get it popping in here, yes Redenbacher is here
Robocop, Clarence Boddicker's here

Seems like everybody's scared whenever flying iron disperse
Pints will squirt, now your polo rugby is a Hawaiian shirt
And I insert sharp knives to your chestplate

You will %#@! without Kaopectate
We don't spectate opening acts cause they probably suck
We slice through your crew, show you how to make a posse cut