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apathy – no such thing كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: apathy]
live from the eye of the storm
i transform
shoot up the dance floor
make your wh0r-s’ pants warm
this is madness
memoir the thoughts of a savage
who packs automatics in louis vuitton baggage
i bash sh-t
bl–dy a bl–dy ya whole rap clique
and jump outta jabba the hutts barge with a back flip
bastion a never ending story on a dragon
i’m flying down the block with timbs and pants sagging
a catalog that will leave your ghostwriter dead
cause i stay on fire like ghost rider’s head
keep the toast by the bed
with supplies of meds
in a standoff with dreads and wise guys and feds
okay, maybe i just play too much xbox
clash your compet-tion like yankees and red sox
i love when hoes call me big poppa
sticking my d-ck in ‘em, inflicting ’em with stigmata

[hook x2]
there’s no such thing, as too much hoes
too much weed, or too much doe
cause all i do is f-ck, get high and get mine
all i do is f-ck, get high and get mine

[verse 2: spit gemz]
night stalker
cool as a white walker
might dead the buy bread and slide for the side offer
live author
talk down to ya high enforcer
when i die, you tell ’em capture this look in my eye in portraits
i rise, my return (is) designed to apply torture
to live corpses of the side talkers operated, carnivore
with a carnival of monsters i created
a king maker who’s regicidal
my regimen reckless
unrecognizable, unregistered rifle on blast
catch these clips, the skit’s viral
mind detect mind, mine detects mines
i step aside ’em and
address my rivals
i’ll send’em something they can sign for
showing that your rhymes suck
is exactly why i signed up
line ’em up
who the next to get doja’d
get folded
i’ll put your heels on the back of your shoulders
boulders, smash skully’s (scully) like a regular mulder
it’s over..

[hook x2]
there’s no such thing, as too much hoes
too much weed, or too much doe
cause all i do is f-ck, get high and get mine
all i do is f-ck, get high and get mine

[verse 3: nutso]
yeah
umbilical cord snapper
giving life to rappers
pounds at the left hand
f-ckboys wearing pampers
i hop out the hamper like honey i’m home
with your favorite robe on and put the crone to her dome
dominican republic, a presidential debater
drug smuggler cartel the boy motivator
playing raze and tag four corners elevators
selling to him piece on stage, mic slayer
rolling stone rock star, eight b-lls, bl–dy marys
b-tches powder their nose, giving me head in taxis
welcome to the nutso show
where fakes get exposed
head chopped off, brain splattered to the front row
call me nutstigliano
i put my stigmata in a big b-tt stink italiana
five star amada, until mañana
[?] no injections, natural nauticas

[hook x2]
there’s no such thing, as too much hoes
too much weed, or too much doe
cause all i do is f-ck, get high and get mine
all i do is f-ck, get high and get mine

[outro]
i’m shaking hands with many devils in the industry
devils in the industry
devils in the industry

- apathy

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