Termanology, Slaine - Apocalypse lyrics

I'm anti-give a fuck, I just live it up
That's how I'm living and my
Liver stay liquored up
Nightmares every night till I see the lights
The next day, I'm reborn
Coming back to life stupid, the lead chunky
And leave your head bumpy
I'm Ted Bundy in red monkeys
The Feds hunt me i'm cocky now
I done toured in like every country
Rocky style, hit the bag then I get the money
The cause and effects to get checks
And you only vexed
Stab me 'cause you starving to death
Homie, the team got the fish and
It's on point like the beam
Yeah, the inf', you a fiend, I'm the pitch
I'm a dream to your bitch
I catch her after the show
Her pussy gon' be filled up
With semen and spit


I'm in Queens getting rich
But I rep the Bean till I'm stiff
LAW town where I lean with the clip

Yo, Term, it's however you want to call it
Moving through this industry filled
With homos and alcoholics (Fuck outta here)
All they shit is garbage
Just flush right down the toilet
These rappers is pussy, they see me coming
They clutch they wallets
(Oh shit, it's Nems) but life is good
I ain't even gotta scheme now
Riding shotgun while Slaine
Cruising through Beantown
I'm like fuck merch
Thousand Percs in my jeans now
Selling out at shows 'cause
Everybody's a fiend now
Should I walk away or should I
Put his whole team down?
I battle with myself
That's why I'm always fatigued down
Meanwhile, you was a pussy in the P now
Best friend was a rat like that
French dude in The Green Mile
(Fuck outta here)
This just something to ride to
Looking for a fix
You know that we can supply you
Nigga will rob you
Get stomped out by a bunch of
Niggas with B's on they hats
But no, we ain't Piru (Brooklyn, Boston)
Big guns with green lasers
Catch a nice scar from mean razors
I stomped 'em out this morning
Same day caught three cases pussy nigga
I'll break your jaw in three places
You fight like a bitch, write like a bitch
Put threes as E's
You even type like a bitch
I let my girl catch me cheat
Told her fight for this dick
Gorilla motherfucker Nems
Fuck your life in this bitch

I smoke you like rotor roasters
Drive-by like a rollercoaster with
These loaded toasters
Oh, you don't know it's La Coka Nostra
Gorilla Twins, primate villains
More bricks than Empire State Building
Peeling banana clips to stay chilling
My kicks worth more than your life
And this chain worth more than your wife
You better ask about orangutans that slang
My swhammy karang
Gun Clappa like Starang, walk up on you
Ba bang who the fuck told you
You could breathe here?
I cut off your fucking nose with
The broken bottle of Japanese beer
Then stick the rest up in your ass
Fucking with me
You'd rather eat a bucket of glass
Killers in gas masks and dad hats
Flipping like lab rats on anthrax
A bunch of chrome Cro-Mag silverbacks
Ain't hard to find
You can catch us where gorillas at

It was a long haul home to get
Back from where I've been at
Rats the size of dogs
Roaches the size of rats
Scheming with demons and ghosts and
Try to ride with that ask me how I've been
I'd tell you I'm surviving
This homicidal environment

The common knowledge you find in the
Modded mind of a tyrant
The sharp design of a Benz
Not the bottom alignment

Blocked and I'm writing
Impatiently waiting, vodka's inviting
Mistake me for Satan, I'm not just conniving
Awaking and shaking in Davy
Jones' Locker beside him
Riding shotgun beside him, I'm outta my mind
Hell is colliding with time
Feel when you're stuck in the past
Future behind him knots in my stomach, rocks
In my pocket, boxing, i'm fighting
The night's getting darker
But watch for the lightning