Apathy - Welcome to Assholeville lyrics

I talk shit like my shit don't stink
I don't front like I'm rich
I don't rock no link
I never puff piff, and my clothes ain't pink
I ain't a punk ain't a pimp
But, I walk with a limp i'm real cool
Educated but never graduated school
I was a little kid on
Ritalin that was ridiculed
Most rappers yall put on
Pedestals are pitiful
MySpace pedophiles, completely predictable
Pick apart my flow
Pattern completely invincible
Try to read off the notebook
The words are invisible
Visualize this if you can invision
Spitting so precise it's like Christ
Has arisen when he writes
Alright, alright, I let ya catch up
This ain't nothing but a button
To make ya self destruct
Structure strategies
Suckers get stripped quicker than
Whips in the hood
So get going while the going is good
And if ya didn’t ya should
Shut up and open ya ears spit out a flow so
Fierce every foe disappears
I been ferocious for years
So fuck ya bogus careers
Yall got it popping
Well nobody even notice ya here
You like mosquitoes in ears
Buzzing but swiftly get swatted
As quick as I’m spotted these
Muthafuckas pussies are clotted
You get it you got it
You got me so the chicks be exotic
Even my peoples up in Boston
Say I’m simply retarded
Pumping that hydroponic, aquatic fluid
The speakers blewing
Shit I speak is deep as druids, I'm street
And speaking fluent
Influence like Influenza when I
Spread in ya centre
This menace will send a sickness
Up in ya bitches placenta
So suckers surrender
With different rapper, chicken macka
Trick attracter
Old school muthafuckers be like
Listen to the whippersnapper!
Bitch attacker, dick her after
Hang her from the kitchen rafter
Chip stacker, click-clacker
Nobody can spit it badder
Kill that chitter chatter throw some
Blows and ya chin’ll shatter
There ain't been a sicker cracker
Since Serch or Mr mathers
It’s the baddest average
Ap’s after star status
So he gases up the masses
Then it's ashes to ashes
Now, let me breath on it, kill MC’s on it
Fuck ya girlfriend's face and
Blow seeds on it
Yall musta really got it twisted
Thinking Ap’s so chill you see that sign up
Ahead? Welcome to assholeville
I'm in an whip blowing donuts with
2 hoes sluts blowing both nuts
My girl hear this, she gonna go nuts
I'm Eazy-E, loc'ed up
I'm Bobby Brown coked up
Fucking Jessica Simpson after her
And Nick broke up
I'm sittin' on the border of Heaven and Hell
Praying to God and Satan at the
Same time so records will sell
With every breath I exhale
Another crucifix nail
Is impaled just to make certain I failed
But, I ain't stopping 'till I’m dropping
That’s just simply not an option
Get it popping or I'm
Pumpin' oxyconton in Wisconsin
I rap and produce to an felon and boost to
Believe me 'coz CD's ain't sellin'
Like they used to
Believe me 'coz CD’s ain't sellin'
Like they used to