[Verse 1: Apathy]
I keep sub-woofers woofin' like a werewolf howlin'
The werewolf growlin', rappers throw the towel in
I stand tall towering, a giant overpowering
Meet me outerspace where I'm meteor showering
Shoveling dirt up in the cemetery, scowling
Prowling, looking for a soul for devouring
Owls swoop down grabbin' rats off the ground
You can hear the bell toll twelve times in the town
Now it's midnight, streets where them lost souls hitchhike
Hearts pump ice water, never been the bitch type
I fistfight with God, slap box with Amun-Ra
I'm Allah, I'm a star, armed robbin' armored cars
Armoralled Audi villain, I'm a getaway driver
A loaded automatic in my leather jacket liner
Rap is like vagina; eat it, beat it 'til it bleeds
Fill it full of seeds, keep the kingdom under siege, hoes
[Verse 2: Lawrence Arnell]
I am surrounded by legends
Even when I don't fit in, I get in
You ain't gotta pat me down to find the weapon
Scott Stallone won't even adjust the settings
Before the Armageddon starts, the dark artists
I go the hardest, the farthest, after my target
So when I'm standing on a pyramid
Amongst the Army of the illest fucking lyricists
Chicken Little, be prepared for anything when the sky falls
You gon' have to fucking deal with it, all of y'all
My team's synonymous with fire pits
Branding irons, muzzle flash, crying kids
The catalyst, the arrogance is brought upon
By the fact that nobody's ever proven me wrong
So fuck your song, fuck your albums and your rap career
You got a problem? I'll be right here
Yeah
I keep sub-woofers woofin' like a werewolf howlin'
The werewolf growlin', rappers throw the towel in
I stand tall towering, a giant overpowering
Meet me outerspace where I'm meteor showering
Shoveling dirt up in the cemetery, scowling
Prowling, looking for a soul for devouring
Owls swoop down grabbin' rats off the ground
You can hear the bell toll twelve times in the town
Now it's midnight, streets where them lost souls hitchhike
Hearts pump ice water, never been the bitch type
I fistfight with God, slap box with Amun-Ra
I'm Allah, I'm a star, armed robbin' armored cars
Armoralled Audi villain, I'm a getaway driver
A loaded automatic in my leather jacket liner
Rap is like vagina; eat it, beat it 'til it bleeds
Fill it full of seeds, keep the kingdom under siege, hoes
[Verse 2: Lawrence Arnell]
I am surrounded by legends
Even when I don't fit in, I get in
You ain't gotta pat me down to find the weapon
Scott Stallone won't even adjust the settings
Before the Armageddon starts, the dark artists
I go the hardest, the farthest, after my target
So when I'm standing on a pyramid
Amongst the Army of the illest fucking lyricists
Chicken Little, be prepared for anything when the sky falls
You gon' have to fucking deal with it, all of y'all
My team's synonymous with fire pits
Branding irons, muzzle flash, crying kids
The catalyst, the arrogance is brought upon
By the fact that nobody's ever proven me wrong
So fuck your song, fuck your albums and your rap career
You got a problem? I'll be right here
Yeah
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