(feat. Open Mic)

[Hook: x4]

Aiyyo that kid is marvelous

[Verse 1: Apathy]

I'm the alien tongue, you can call me Apathy
Mother$#&@er's who wanna battle me better have backup batteries
I'm burying Calvary and turn them in to causalities

Then casually spread their dead bodies across the galaxy
You don't wanna get $#&@ed, you better stick with chastity
You got some audacity of even thinkin' of rappin' with me

I automatically tear up the human anatomy
And make you lose phatness like your taking off calories
Philosophy majors couldn't imagine or fathom me

It's heavy like walking on planet's with no gravity
Gradually I'll open up my own academy
Where professors will lecture upon the intellect of Apathy

Now I got groupies grabbin' me, jealous rapper's dreamin' of stabbin' me
Coming to shows and tryin' to blast at me
This !@$( be the baddest over a beat

With battery acid in glasses and labeled as incomplete

[Verse 2: Open Mic]

You take back on the rack like a Lex Luger maneuver
You're [?] like Bret Hart and caught the sharpshooter
I'm live like Monday Night in the main event fight

Like I work for Ted Turner, people do what I write
A Million Dollar like Austin Stone Cold
Wrestlin in bed with your woman, put your moms in a sleeper hold

I've been told that I'm the champ of the world
I get more $$# than Ric Flair, catch stares from the Nitro Girls
stack like [?], hotter than [?] heat

Like corny gangs, we can have this match in the street
If you knew the deal you would kept it real like Shamrock
Like Shawn Michaels you !@$)got with your hand on McMahon's @@#!

Get your $$# kicked every week like Vince
And start actin like Sting and never speak
When I###/come in the ring, like a condom gettin smacked

Knock your $$# the $#&@ out and stamp my logo on your back

[Hook: x4]

Aiyyo that kid is marvelous

[Verse 3: Open Mic]

You wanna battle my crew, you must be smokin' moldy crack
This ain't butt $#&@ing so there'll be no holdin' back
When it's your turn you get burned like !@^%s on Howard Stern

This ain't KRS but it's your turn to learn
I'll have ya stuck in a bad position like hounds screwin'
And when you leave the stage and hear the whole damn crown booin'

While ya playa hatin' when they throw my tape in
Pass the microphone; I'll leave ya bloody like a butcher's apron
Where ya comin' from think that you're nice, I'm tight

You're slower than the second coming of Christ
The Demigodz don't $#&@ around like (?) prostitutes
And after this hit your gonna know who gots the loot


[Verse 4: Apathy]
I minimize your planets size

My %#@! is fly like Janet's thigh
I'll throw my pen in the Atlantic and watch the titanic rise
I scan the jungle like a predator with infrared, in my head is mechanic eyes

I fantasize of wives with slanted eyes and a family of samurais
Hold up let me summarize
Apathy is ampin' up the track, turn the beat down

Ya'll are straight (*##$es like pissin with the seat down
We can get down; we can make the earth go 'round
We can battle your crew and run you out of town

Apathy be crushin' any planet that he stands on
Demigodz are rougher than a sandpaper tampon


[Hook: x4]
Aiyyo that kid is marvelous


Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair
Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair