Apathy, Majik Most, Louis Logic, Celph Titled - Mother Molesters lyrics

Yeah chelsea Clinton where you at bitch?
Yeeeaaahhhh! You monkey motherfuckers
This is Celph Titled
The motherfuckin' Trife-A-Saurus Rex
And I've got my motherfuckin'
Nigga Majik Most
About to molest every female bitch
In your fuckin' family
You want more info? Dial 1-900-Get-Fucked-Up
For twenty-five stitches a minute
I don't give a fuck if you're handicapped
You talk that shit
I'll bust a handy cap in that ass yo, Majik
Bust them in the head and leave 'em retarded
Bring that shit, nigga!

Yo, Majik Most is here now stop tryna rhyme
Even your mom says you just wastin' your time
I'll catch you in line as
You apply for Medicaid
And beat you in the skull


With a prosthetic leg majik's got it made
All in between your girl's thighs
Any tough guys get smashed and pulverized
I'm off the hook like fish alibi's why diss?
It's high risk, try this
Die quick in your whip
With a windshield wiper through your iris
You not feelin' this? I'll
Crush your grandmother's hip
Then strip the emergency bracelet
Off her wrist i love to shoot the gift
Man, I rock a Santa suit
When inside a vocal booth
I'll blast you through the roof
Just to show and prove
Oh you still want beef? (ah ha ha)
I'll bust your chops
Fuck you up like a Cyclops in a
Weed spot with no eye drops, motherfuckers!
Hip hop is back (yeah, yeah)
But, you're a faggot in drag rockin' a dress
That used to be your dad's
I'll choke you with your do rag
Slam you on a concrete slab oh, you mad?!
'Cause Majik Most is so dope, I whack kids
Hijack the city bus with my man Dutchmassive
Hit the strip club Celph and
Ap got free passes
Every verse I write, considered classic

Yo, I suplex Superman like a girl in a skirt
Bury you in the dirt
Rappers get placed in a world of hurt
You tryin' to mack a dame
But, your game doesn't work
You should feel lame and ashamed when
You go home and jerk
'Cause, I be havin' big titty
Bitches buying my shirt
While you lurkin' in the bushes
With a perverted smirk
So jealous of the way that
I be ridin' the track
You put your Walkman on my rap
And fantasize that you're Ap
But, I'll be shittin' on you
Nerd motherfuckers for fun
'Til I make you mad enough to
Come to school with a gun
Beat you up until you cry and
Take your money for lunch
Or they'll be mopping up your
Face by the twentieth punch
You faggots get ghost
Puttin' holes in the fabric of clothes
My automatic blows metal through the
Back of your domes i'm mackin' your hoes
Rapper flows that'll roast opponents
Who play me close or battle with Majik Most

Stop a second and drop your weapon bitch
(biiitch)
I meant to kill you back when the doctor
Stepped in and said your mom was pregnant
Stomp the section of her stomach
Where a baby doll sleeps
Roast beef with both feet
Wearing weighted golf cleats
Leave behind a blood trail and
A bottle of Seagram's Gin
Covered in my bloody finger print
And blame my evil twin
But since I didn't see you there
I'll burn your studio
And fill your top with warm
Slugs like you turned marsupial
I'm like a savage bushman
Chargin' through the outback
I'll kick you in your ass's cushion
Whether with or without rap
Whether with or without Ap, Celph
Or Majik Most
I'll smash your nose and drag your ghost
Right out from your fractured bones
I'll have your folks singin' church songs
Dressed in black
Your former fan's only question asked
Is: "Where's that herb gone?" i'll stab you
Carve you with a sharp knife and tag you
With bad news so you know my
Name and what have you

A lot of rappers gonna die this
Year and that's the truth
And I'll probably end up
Responsible for a few
Communication ain't a problem my
Guns speak all languages
Gimme what I want or be
A dumb nigga brainless!
I'm the complete opposite with
Drug fiend chicks
I know straight-edge bitches that'll smoke
Crack to suck my dick
Floss through your hood and stack
Chips by the cases i've got more whips than
A slave master dominatrix
I won't even do a cameo I
Get paid for my ad-libs
Visit your girl and fuck her
From her baby back ribs
You might as well go snow-skiing or somethin'
For the only chance you'll get
To rock ice without frontin'
Throw a monkey wrench in your program
Make you go ape shit
Attach your head to a launching space
Ship give you a face lift
It's basic: bury your corpse
Under the basement i'm ill enough to start a
Drug war with the Jamaicans
Don't make me have to pop your collar bone
Put the silence on the chrome
And let my Rottweilers roam
Thirsty for blood
Ready to shatter your brain
I talk a lot of shit on records
But, I can back up my claims motherfucker!