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Apathy
- Act chaotically, an eruption incarnation
- Catastrophically bottleneck the population
- Often toxically, graphic logic inclination
- And demonically leave them all in trepidations
- Appalling alcoholic is the chronic diagnosis
- With a bitter liver function, in a state of catatosis
- An acid licking schizophrenic, mixing red elixirs
- While he’s sipping on his fixer, popping pills and bloody blisters
- Fumigating crazies, keep consistent as a loner
- Hallucinating lately, but accumulate composure
- Ruminate on spacetime and how he can escape this
- Chewing on the bones of the monster in his basement
- A little too abrasive, abruptly give abrasions
- Rapping into action, always begging acclamation
- A sawed off shotty and a homemade hand grenade
- Down my forty and then propel it at your face
- Say sayonara to your life, a blade laced with cyanide
- Display case of dynamite, I lay waste to firefights
- If you manage to survive, a savage triple homicide
- I’ll be by yo side with a bucket full of biocide
- Feed it in your IV, until it makes your eyes bleed
- And I’ll still reside free, the pigs’ll never find me
- A life lead through the reticle of my rifle
- A hitman for hire, life cycles I stifle
- Denying survival, the bloodlust is primal
- The frightful hide idle upon my arrival
- Psychotic homicidal, words like live missiles
- Skive skin off of nerds with my sickle
- Feeling like the fifth wheel of a bicycle
- Cycle by tricycle rappers while I’m smiling
- Bash your head in with a violin
- Violent instruments composing a mortal sin
- I go home and relax while a pastor laughs
- A cadence still ringing out loud in the aftermath
- My thoughts are gummed up with bong residue
- This is a lesson to lesser dudes bragging of millions
- I’m on the WHO’s list as a deadly illness
- And brilliance, sever necks with pleasure, too
- While I hastily do the electric boogaloo
- And I’m singing the blues, everybody I abuse
- Leave your body on the news, stringed up in a noose
- Dinged up with a bruise, ringed up with the booze
- Tag on your toe, I’m King Tut with the Uzi
- Leave you bleeding profusely, as I sit in the booth
- Extracting reactions from redacted resources
- Subtracting impacts that adapt to distortions
- Attacking in packs, I’ll laugh while they’re bored stiff
- Create four stiffs, leaving me and a porch step
- Known for my naturally occurring catastrophes
- Except, haphazardly, attempting a masterpiece
- Relentless, I’m rapidly offending the dastardly
- Pretending to care while I’m drowning in apathy
- Sheepishly consenting to vanity
- Circumvent obstacles depending on anarchy
- Strung out on a sweet tooth and nicotine
- Listerine, bleach, wax, crystal, and Mr. Clean
- A nickel bag, mixed in with kerosene
- Carelessly flare the scene and skip away merrily
- Written villain ridden riddles for a pittance, yo
- Spitting with a mouthful of older women, so
- Smashed fragment of skull with a hatchet in my head
- Mass havoc is lulled when I go, go gadget slice their necks
- Macabre music, used to tear red tape loose
- Right off the bat, the pen swinging rap Babe Ruth
- All I ever do is spit fly lyrics, plane truths
- Had a voice to choose, I decided on the grave route
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