Apathy - Knuckle Sandwich lyrics

I crash landed like a cosmonaut on
A planet that God forgot
All these pop rappers makin'
Records have gotta stop
Rockin' like I'm Akhenaton
Knockin' down the Gods you jock
Shuttin' down the block like I'm SWAT
When a cop is shot drop a giant quicker than
Goliath with slingshots
My rings and my watch got
A stash box in Gringotts
Ancient raps written on scrolls
With the ink blots titty pics in the inbox
Pretty bitch with the pink socks
Pretty sick with the Hip-Hop
Insidious with the shit talk
Edward Teach on the beach on the
Beat soon as the ship docks
Flintlock pistols that pop when
Your clique plots
I'll leave a blood puddle so large
That I could skip rocks
Your chick jock my thick cock
Evil as Alfred Hitchcock
Fuck her on your bed then I
Have her order me Pink Dot
I pimp a lot of ladies and I
Pimp a lot of sluts but
Lately it's the latter it
Don't really matter much
Got these rappers mad as fuck that
They math isn't addin' up
'Cause Ap is up to somethin'
Summonin' demons to snatch 'em up
I'm savage as fuck
Every single sabbath I erupt
In a fit of rage
I spit a page of raps I construct
To alter the Earth
Place you on the alter like a ritual
Spit despicable scripts that'll leave
Your condition critical
Any individual's dissin' is inadmissible
You little bitch
You bitter? My middle finger dismisses you
Missile guided by digital pixels in my eyelid
Half physical, half metal
Assembled as a hybrid
Like Robocop I make the most
Gassed rapper's motors stop
You never tote a Glock, you totally Photoshop
Photographic memory, never forget an enemy
Immortal so I kill they
Family members every century
Centipede speed
All you smell is the scent of weed
Never leave witnesses freed
I just let 'em bleed believe me I'm beastly
You'll beg for a peace treaty
I'm 5-stars in GTA when police see me
And I'm the reason why your
Bitch got a bad back
And why the studio's got
A policy with Aflaaac my habitat is toxic
Got me rocking a gas mask ap's back
Cummin' in your baby mama's asscrack
A class act that clash with the wack
Cash in stacks, bodybag bars, casket raps
Cats collapse when they feel their
Spinal columns just snap
Snatch your soul through the hole in
The back of your snapback
Blackin' out, fuckin' spazzin'
Imagine me when I'm angry
Ravagin' ladies who say he's like
A dragon with rabies
I'll carjack a Mercedes and drive
It back to the 80's
When Ap was a baby to find
Out why I'm actin' so crazy
Actually the most accurate way you'd
Have to portray me
Is out sellin' Fugees The Score and
Score a flick for Scorsese