bitch what apples the bad bitch what we the rotten fuckin apples bitch what apples the bad bitch what we the rotten fuckin apples bitch what the bad bitch what the bad bitch what twenty bucks says it s nuff said you fuckheads your double d cups on the nightstand where my mind s kept right wing but i m high lyin i m fuckin sober as dobermann only known for exposin from the overpass pass whatever must last forever kanye i m a cunt cause i m blunt no cheddar tough no leather better off with the fisticuffs get a gist of a bitch and i m liftin off on you sittin ducks so call the roll while i make some calls in a roll so many fuckin features this live is an awful show cause half what you wanna hear isn t here but i m thinkin though it s prob ly cause we usin them names on the fliers brofuck but that s us looser than fuckin gooses geese s jesus we leavin em dead hang with the nooses your banger reckin the loop and the truth man and the proof is that even proof fucked with it all the hate thenexcuses you can t deny this clone of god personified in flesh the mane around my face done made your mans look like a lioness alpha male scalin mountains are you astounded by how i progress and made a room full of strangers raise their hands like playin simon says sleepwalker put in work while them werewolves are howlin try to fuck with us and prepared for these various outcomes strugglin your current life i ll forever rest your head my mind state stay as sharp as a grave guardian s sense of death tell your leaders best believe this how we get it in coldblooded killin em still they feelin me like i m livin in a prism where heaven and hell collide we classy as fuck pass the dutch with our pinkies up use phoenix feathers to pen the fire we animals drunk off fermented bottles of rotten apple juice so attractive i make your chick shit her pantaloons use my dick to climb up and experience life at this altitude so i can spartan kick you from it when i punch holes in your parachute yeah ayo you comin out swingin can t test the stance son i m way above your chance dance this is a beat necromance viper gronkitis you impressed not the lightest you got the motherfuckin market on your mind and the bar was not raised by your millimetre line ayo lee and ello we change it temporello you hot and cold with your damn tall poppy syndrome i m back again for me the time is runnin out real rap yeah drought i d rather put that gun to mouth than to ride with these lames formaldehyde after the flames like acclaim die hard like maclaine and you think you got the idea of what s goin on what articles to read in the song do you belong underground or commercial pigeonhole in your circle you ain t tight and we ll hurt you you messin with the baddest bad since michael jackson s dad slapped him out his black skin and if you can t handle that then keep your sandals strapped dance on tabs of acid don t confuse for fashion see me in a fur coat i m flashin families flaccid showin off the birth suit showin off it ll hurt you soft emotional shell fragile pc fascist act like faggotry s a virtue squeal shrill if you want to but you won t change shit my aim s to pick apart the planet till polarities flip and not a little bit embarrassed bout it either i ether all these amateurs bitches paramount to the preacher molotov lord steez is on the feature reason why you rewind disbar the speaker treat ya to a bottle of bleach when i meet ya bruh i ll eat your fuckin ego you re like the buzzin of flies to me  instead of doin stupid crime and doin time i treat the rap game like the crack game and i m doin fine it s forthwrite bitch i m what your crew admire what you inspire is for me to jump into a fire suicide crucify euthanise ya these rappers need to fall back scuba diver i need to brutalise any dude who writes see i m part of the humankind but never seen a human nicer don t fuck with me i can screw your life up ain t nothin to what i ll do to mine but i m a human spider this ain t a punchline i just wanna rhyme supervisor with uber driver my mic now s at a hundred degrees drake ain t runnin through the six cause no one runnin through me you bet i m on your mind you better never cross the line see the view on top s amazin but it s better from behind you see there s nothin on this record i can say to make me stand out except the fact this oriental aussie doesn t win crowds i m introvert and mentally unstable from the ordinary place me in a room of rappers label that a mortuary death to all watch these awkward frowns cause i m lovin that don t need a group of yes men the fun below my ball sack s unorthodox i m bout to pop the lock and break pandora s box a stripper named pandora watchin dora while i eat her box ha yeah i m totally off topic say what i fuckin want there s no off button to stop it finish the tape or rehab those were my only options so fuck it gimme a slot so the token asian is spotted hi ya that s what i m feelin on the regular ciggie butt brain i snatch your lighter like i stole your flame ah shit what the fuck s his name that dropkick spittin from a skeleton frame it s fuckin ello i don t write raps for fans i write raps for sluts i rap thinkin with throw in their guts i rap for free fifty bucks straight in the nose while you other rappers still achin for bars but bruh it s cool i d happily rap for the pink dollar the highest standard of hygiene drugs and they love madonna i do too cause she s the world champion slut and if you heard what i heard it s like man she can fuck look big daddy kane did dennis gave her the rod man guy richie hmm ah i don t know what man maybe laid next to her on the bed havin a bat while she in her snatch she s rock and roll huh little bit older what is she mid seventies would i still do her definitely all the way to the cemet ry heavenly hades soundtrack of the eighties all i m tryna say is she s better than all you ladies i love you madonna we the rotten fuckin apples bitch what we the rotten 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