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disgusting - apathy & stu bangas lyrics

[refrain:]
“disgusting and despicable! ”

[verse 1: apathy]
bully of the block sh*t, terribly toxic
f*ck a deeper meaning, it’s apparent we pop sh*t
an arrogant american who parents done rock sh*t
spittin’ at the camera on some pac sh*t
sitting at a table loading glock clips waiting for apocalypse
deep end hear the passengers, webster papadopoulos
pop rappers want to pop xannies, preposterous
climb up to the top and i’m toppin’ your whole metropolis
honkey kong’s back, planes are circling
brains are working in overtime when ap start murdering
mic circuits in a cypher, the sight of a missile surfacing
don’t call a surgeon and tell ’em these rappers burnin’
there’s burgundy on the rug, there’s slugs in the sheetrock
i’m a wolf walkin’ ’round every time that the sheeps flock
i feel like a werewolf fistfighting an ewok
i feel like an air jordan compared to a reebok
k!ll giants like jack when i hack at the beanstalk
my raps are like crack, i’ve been hearing the fiends talk
my product just speak for itself
the narcotic in your car done cause speakers to melt
everybody hit the deck when ap reach for the belt
i’m buying every single bottle left of bleach on the shelf
to dispose of foes of mine, find explosives
hidden under the hood, up to no good, corrosive
i just showed up with mary and joseph
the king of all kings delivers a deadly dose of
snow drifts, the type your nose sniffs
sh*t done happen so swift you’re feeling your soul lift
your body gets so stiff, i shoot up every intruder
hip hop’s nightmare, fab five freddy krueger
heinous statement truer from the bas*m*nt to the sewer
sp*ce station to a scuba diver, nine to a bazooka
[refrain:]
“disgusting and despicable!”

[verse 2: black thought]
hey yo, when i was young and unruly my squad got patchouli high
bad guys like robert and stone at cooley high
made a role model out of capone and luciano
used to say we would be out of control until we die
atlantic city gucci on, rope chains heavy on they dookie jawn
f*ckin’ with some fiends on they cookie jawn
with dreams of weighing up like
stanley tookie’s ordered strip had some hustlers on they john belushi jawn
everyday another groupie jawn get a coochie torn
even though it’s wrong that’s the norm when their loochie long
way before the iceberg sweater with the snoopy on
knew a lot of philly jackboys with a kufi on
and a prayer bump machine gun funk
from a sawed off shotgun hand on the pump
and it’s beyond disgusting every time it dump
range be wide as f*ck whatever kind you want
if you a psycho like no other motherf*cker sold from the soul i’m from where there ain’t no kind of gun control
streets on patrol, kids wilding like they drunk a whole bottle of patron
looking old living took its toll
this is for my 215 trooper team
used to being spoiled ’cause we too supreme
back to the future, cream spending still
winning in court on charges pending
and i pay my support you lend all my children
and i’m a life*size trife style ain’t no mr. nice guy
vice guy got to pay the piper but the price high
my advice is to never try to live my lifestyle
high style murder from manhattan to moscow
one to make you scream, two to make you shout
what a clout chaser ’bout no doubt, erase ’em out
‘fore we rob these idiots blind, we case ’em out
take a safer route, you can catch me on my paper route
hey yo

- apathy stu bangas lyrics

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