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Apathy - Mother Molesters Freestyle lyrics
Apathy, majik most, celph titled
 What demigodz
 Mother molesters
 Let's go
 [verse 1: apathy]
 I kill rappers every day
 These labels need to setup a fund
 To teach stupid motherfuckers how to get up and run
 I ruin careers, take you off mtv cribs
 And put these kids back in the mp3 biz
 I match from head to toe, got bread to blow
 I don't trick on chicks but get head from hoes
 Cause i stay gassin' bitches like texaco
 They deep throat then leave notes with x's and o's
 Next to their name, i'm the one the sweat the most
 Cause my bread stacks are fatter than texas toast
 All these heads that are rappers dissect our flows
 But they're so far from hot it's like eskimos
 I'm far from a front like trunks in stretch limos
 Pop some shit? nah i don't really sweat my foes
 Cause while you sittin' on the phone tryin' to get some shows
 Your girls on her way to my crib with extra clothes
 [verse 2: majik most]
 When majik screams on the tracks it makes lil' john sound like a little blonde
 I detonate a little bomb; have your face hangin' off of palm trees in your lawn
 I'm the don wan with don johnson jacket's on
 With a buttafuco to pick up your mom
 You'll get crammed in your dishwasher with your head jammed inApathy - Mother Molesters Freestyle - http://motolyrics.com/apathy/mother-molesters-freestyle-lyrics.html
 Dancin' on your corpse playin' bob marley jammin'
 Man handle your melon; peel your scalp like a mandarin
 You couldn't be dope if you body-snatched me
 Put on khaki's and sold yourself to black families
 I'm in my private shanty with ashanti's panties
 No girl can do me like kobe, please
 In aspen i'm gettin ass from (claude etogees?)
 Have her crusin' my room butt naked on ski's
 Come in my log cabin; get your head stabbed in
 Fed through a wood chipper, kid what's crackin?
 [verse 3: celph titled]
 (lookin' for my?) big shot, that must mean my shells are huge
 And my pencils are puttin' sideburns on your elvis suit
 In 1997 me and majik most were sellin' bootlegs
 Pimpin' hoes, holdin' a cane with a golden goose head
 Now we gettin paid just for makin' the music
 Do a track for free?
 {"that i'm not gonna be able to do"}
 Tappin' broads like i was savion glover
 I got no seeds nigga cause i'm keepin the babies in the rubber
 This one bitch tellin' me she's gonna be havin my daughter
 Choked her purple cause the judge gave me a gag order
 You fags oughtta get ghost, we sendin back the defects
 Your beats sound like t&t music factory rejects
 Driving down the ave. i'm seeing bits of your crew
 I can't tell if it's a gay club or black eyed peas video shoot
 When i'm droppin' bombs inside your city limits
 It's best you get a plan with the most rollover minutes








