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Apathy - Personal Jesus lyrics
A-P-A...T-H-Y
 A-P-A...T-H-Y
 Listen up closely, focus your brain
 Rappers approach me, foes'll get slain
 Slash and slowly open your veins
 Over and over and over again
 Verses are perfect, a virtual genius
 A person could say I'm their personal Jesus
 Rise in a battle of fire like phoenixes
 Crazy, I'll even rock '80's rock remixes
 So pray to me, every day faithfully
 Facin' me's basically leavin' you fatally wounded and wasted
 I'm wicked as mystical voodoo magicians, if you were to listen
 You're under my spell, lose inhibitions
 Surrender your writtens, it's futile to spit 'em
 I'm up in your spot with a beautiful chicken
 Ap is the truth, it's stupid to diss him
 Foolish as tryin' to throw fuel on the friction
 Haters the Lakers that lose to the Pistons
 Scoop up your riches, scoop up your bitchesApathy - Personal Jesus - http://motolyrics.com/apathy/personal-jesus-lyrics.html
 You're up in my kitchen, you're doin' my dishes
 For minimum wage, your miniscule brain
 Is tryin' so hard to configure this rigorous trainin'
 I'm sprainin' ya ligaments, aimin' to cripple kids, aimin'
 The barrel, I'll bury you, effortlessly faggots effin' with me
 Will get blown into fragments and left in debris, did he mention I'm deadly?
 Leave three bitches widows
 I'm back from the dead without Beatrix Kiddo
 It's A-P, say it with me
 A-P, play it for me
 Over and over and over again
 Over and over and over again
 It's A-P, say it with me
 A-P, play it for me
 Over and over and over again
 Over and over and over again
 [scratched]
 Ap!












