We Don’t Fuck Around Apathy
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[Intro: Sample (Apathy)]
I spend every dime (Here we go!)
[Chorus: Guru Sample]
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"
"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"
When we’re doing our thing you know we don’t fuck around
[Verse 1: Apathy]
Yo, I simply assemble several semi-automatic pistols
To pop you pitiful twits like zits before I lift you
Off the ground like a countdown, NASA to Cape Canaveral
Fuck tapin' a battle, I'll put ya face in the gravel
The ricochets and the shrapnel, will situate in your clavicle
Slip a disc in your back, until you collapse in a casual
Sittin' position, listenin' while I’m spittin' some writtens
The friction buildin' inside of ya mug, while the blood is tricklin'
Drippin' right out your nose like hoes with coke addiction
And under no condition will I break my focused vision
Every flow I’m kickin' go the distance
Make your engine blow the pistons, overthrow kings with no resistance
Show 'em photos of bodies floatin' I brutally break
Got bludgeoned in Vancouver then dropped at Kootenay Lake
I’m never musically fake, I got hundreds of homies
That’ll co-sign my rhymes with a hundred 100 emojis
Always hunt for the phonies who try to bump they bologna
And I’d prolly fuck they slut, if her butt wasn’t so bony
They bums bummin' a bogie, you buzzards are so below me
I’m buggin', I’m never budgin', you motherfuckers, I’m Kobe!
I spend every dime (Here we go!)
[Chorus: Guru Sample]
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"
"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"
When we’re doing our thing you know we don’t fuck around
[Verse 1: Apathy]
Yo, I simply assemble several semi-automatic pistols
To pop you pitiful twits like zits before I lift you
Off the ground like a countdown, NASA to Cape Canaveral
Fuck tapin' a battle, I'll put ya face in the gravel
The ricochets and the shrapnel, will situate in your clavicle
Slip a disc in your back, until you collapse in a casual
Sittin' position, listenin' while I’m spittin' some writtens
The friction buildin' inside of ya mug, while the blood is tricklin'
Drippin' right out your nose like hoes with coke addiction
And under no condition will I break my focused vision
Every flow I’m kickin' go the distance
Make your engine blow the pistons, overthrow kings with no resistance
Show 'em photos of bodies floatin' I brutally break
Got bludgeoned in Vancouver then dropped at Kootenay Lake
I’m never musically fake, I got hundreds of homies
That’ll co-sign my rhymes with a hundred 100 emojis
Always hunt for the phonies who try to bump they bologna
And I’d prolly fuck they slut, if her butt wasn’t so bony
They bums bummin' a bogie, you buzzards are so below me
I’m buggin', I’m never budgin', you motherfuckers, I’m Kobe!
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