No More Soft Shit Apathy & O.C.

[Verse 1: Apathy]
In the basement where mold grows on my old records
My veins get injected, leave the studio in wreckage
Bruce Banner bustin’ out the booth with the Gamma rays
Fuck ya girlfriend in the face and feed her mayonnaise
Raps blastin’ that Apathy craft
Got ya black boom box bleedin’ battery acid
Wack bastard, I’ll backdraft dragon flame breath
Draggin’ lames to they death, ain’t a particle left
So pardon the mess, the chewed up and charred decayed flesh
It’s amazing after murderin’ my clothes stay fresh
When lames test me, skate on suckers like Wayne Gretzky
Fuck model chicks with little dogs and gay besties
Ya crew sweat me, no label - it’s too sketchy
More powerful than Q, for all of my true Trekkies
You’ll get the Vulcan death grip like Spock
I’m like a shepherd with a Glock overlookin’ my flock
A rock-solid Rottweiler, I’ll annihilate crews
Of all these new school rappers violatin’ the rules
I’m like the principal, invincible rap, Ap’s the physical
Matter, A Master of the Universe, or an invisible
Deity, gotta speak to me in subsonic frequency
I never ever let a bottom feeder eat with me
That energy is way too toxic, these fake suckers lost it
No more soft shit!