Don’t Touch That Dial Apathy (Ft. O.C. & Ras Kass)

[Verse 1: Apathy]
Don't touch that dial, these rappers tunin' into my style
I'm turning into some vile human beings eating bile
From a corpse, Larry Bird on the basketball courts
I'm East Coast as Puerto Ricans smokin' Newports in Jorts
I'm the Human Torch, flames flicker on my skin
Head covered in pins like Hellraiser, my sins
Are far too numerous to mention, let's just say that I'm fucked
I'm on a highway to hell inside a gasoline truck
I got hoes on my dick, pussy pics in my inbox
A drawer full of fangs more powerful than Grimlock's
I'm Mike Tyson rib shots, I'm bright like the Gremlins
I'm Michael Knight revvin' KITT's engine and assemblin'
A Kalashnikov stormin' the Kremlin
Benchpressin' a Soviet missile, I got a posse of henchmen
Recruited from an alternate time another dimension
I brought down the earth with my scientific invention

[Hook: Apathy]
Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise
Look me in the eyes, this is all I got
Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks
The Genesis, God said, "Let there be light"
Livin' life like, I never know if the sun will rise
Look me in the eyes, this is all I got
Bunch of notebooks, songs with no hooks
The Genesis, God said, "Let there be light"