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apathy & celph titled - bad attitudes كلمات الأغنية

[verse one] [apathy]
i bring the planet to it’s knees like f-ll-tio
(rippin’ through the radio)
cl-ssic as kane in a mercedes in the 80’s when i flow
the cat young ladies know
they wanna see me underground cause they’re afraid if he blows
i rock a 32 blow chain till the equator froze
got the crowd rolled tighter than when braiding a fro
i’m breakin’ my foes
bring war like reagan with c0ke
burn you like rosary around a satanist’s throat
even player haters sayin’ it’s dope
askin’ ap to flow is like askin’ a jamaican to smoke
i’ll slap you cats and snap your wax
so tryin’ to scr-p with ap is like a body builder tryin’ to scratch his back
y’all are way off, face to face with a boss
a player that’ll floss little gators on a lacrosse
you’re out of place like a cross being placed in a moss
or a fossil watch with the face laced with frost

[scratch hook] [x2]
“temperamental, i snap quick, very touchy” – prodigy ‘keep it thoro’
“my att-tude is all f-cked up and real sh-tty” – prodigy ‘keep it thoro’
“my att-tude is all f-cked up and real sh-tty”
“my att-tude is all f-cked up and real sh-tty”

[verse two] [one two]
one time, two time, three time, four
one mind, two nines, see mine roar
you wanna rhyme borderline, lack success
and won’t spit, like chicks with no gag reflex
so don’t miss a step, or better yet, step off
cause i’m maximus p-ssed, and i’m cuttin’ heads off
it’s the one, two
always the last weapon
sn-tch one of your shoes to watch you half steppin’
i’ll flip your script till you dip to the back exit
with two troops that’ll sn-tch all of your crews loot
stickin’ our tims so far up your p–p shoot
you’ll choke
stick a finger down your throat and puke boots
you loose, little b-tch, i left you paperless
f-ck rap
it was my fate to diss
you on the job ? pays that sh-t
cause all you gotta do is kiss a girl to taste my d-ck
b-tch

[verse three] [celph t-tled]
yo, i’m the type to spend christmas robbin’, pullin’ santa outta the sled
my slugs are catchy tunes, you can’t get ’em out of your head
mother nature’s callin’, i got jungle fever for real
my gorilla family is havin’ picnics in mine fields
load mouth n-gga
me bashful? hardly
drive a stretch hummer through your crib and crash the party
i don’t rap unless it’s money on the table
you don’t have my down payment?
you’ll be down under the pavement
dawg, i’m a vagrant
that’s quick to straight drown a b-tch
you hear the sound of the clip when listen to my sound clip
my record label havin’ conference calls about my behavior
cause i write rhymes on my forearms with a rusty razor
c.e.l.p.h
ain’t nowhere but h-ll be safe
that’s what i call home, my savin’ grace
critics say i’m lukewarm with these rhymes i got
on tour to mexico, i’m borderline hot
above that, smugglin’ the raw right to your doorstep
crazy motherf-cker to go off roadin’ in corvettes
of co-rs- bet
that you f-ckin’ with the lords rep
you’ll be spendin’ your first honeymoon in bed with a horse bed

- apathy celph titled

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