Apathy - The 45 Killer lyrics

Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it

The radio ain't a factor
To a radioactive rapper
I send your soul shootin' through
The sky like the rapture
I could put racks on the
Fact that y'all are wacker
The facts are I'm faster
Than Bruce Lee's master
I'll mash ya, I'm massive
Disastrous massacre
I'm sorry there just ain't another
Cracker of my caliber
Excalibur, I'm Merlin with


Evil spells swirlin'
Inside a boiling cauldron
Use caution 'cause I'm hurling
Stones and rocks in homes and yachts
Telephone poles and blocks
With strength of a hurricane that drops
A gazillion megawatts of electrical shots
I'm so exceptional
The skeptical just shut up and watch
Y'all are fronting like your bosses
Your business is all weak
You little dudes are way more
Walmart than Wall Street
The all-seeing eye, seventh letter
Whatever you call 'em
The 33 vertebrae inside of your spinal column
Shoot a million future Messiahs
Inside of a condom
And shoot a million more at the bottom
Of hoes when I drop 'em
To their knees like followers
Dropped at the feet of Christ
Need advice, drop the mic
It'll probably save your life
Take a hike, we ain't alike
It's serious day and night
To put meat in front of a shark
And expectin' him not to bite brighten up
Y'all emotional bitches should lighten up
Motherfuckers get gassed
So naturally I light 'em up

Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
I'm not your average MC with
The Joe Schmoe flow
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
If you don't know me by now
You'll never know
I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls
With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat

I'm a bad man, take an aluminum bat to Batman
And backhand the nurse
Then autograph the CAT Scan
No pulse, flat line when Ap rhyme
It's halftime
Rappers talk back, get a cracked spine
Only a face that a mother could love
I slap the soul out your body
Let it hover above
45 caliber killer, blood spiller, vanilla ape
Sleep is the cousin of death
So I'm still awake
Facilitate rappers who appear to
Have a death wish
I'm Hell's biggest promoter
I'll throw you on the guest list
Nobody's schoolin' me
Even rappers that's cool with me
It's like they drained the blood from my
Veins and put jet fuel in me
Your tomfoolery will have you runnin' jewelry
Two or three of your crew will be
Bringin' all of your loot to me
Stupidly rappers assume I only mean musically
Until I beat 'em brutally
I'm fucked up truthfully, yeaaah!
Holy Grail sipper, this is the Last Supper
I save a chosen few, and let the mass suffer
Cash lover, ass toucher, Ap's butter
Slash suckers 'fore I chamber a
Round and blast fuckers

Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
I'm not your average MC with
The Joe Schmoe flow
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap
Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it
If you don't know me by now
You'll never know
I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls
45 kiiiller!