Correction Paroles So much anger par Apathy

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Do me a favor, keep my name out your mouth
Go back to your Mom's house digging change out the couch
You just mad because I ate out your spouse and autographed her thighs on my way out the blouse
You probably got aroused when you found out, that we got it popping like wearing high heels in a bounce house
Ap's Leaps &amp; Bounds over geeks and clowns
With beats that pound 'til neighbors screaming
'Keep it down!'
Baddest man in the town who leave warlords retreating, creeping people out like floorboards are creeking
A cretin, a creature
The creep recording you screaming, and made you do it over because the levels were peaking
For all the suckers who sleeping, I'm a boost of adrenaline
When new rappers are soft and their producers are feminine
And a few of the veterans, gotten used to the regiment
d**k sucker for semen if they can use as a specimen
So desperate to be popular again, like your old ass uncle to try to chill with your friends
To try and follow the trends, that sh*t looks so lame
It's so whack like when old people use new slang
I'm trying to make more dough than Bruce Wayne
But you'll never hear me rapping on songs with Gucci Mane
That's too strange what people do for fame, motherf**kers should be hanged like Saddam Hussein
I got

So much anger, built inside
So much anger, built inside
So much anger, built inside
So much anger, built inside

I'll leave a rapper terrified standing stiff as a statue
Curled up in the fetal position like a cashew
Just wait until I catch you, attack you and smash you into blood
Then I'll bottle it and use it to tattoo every biter and whack crew trying to bite my raps too
I'll slash you
You fat f**k and leave you leaking Ragù
I'm radical like the 80's from Powell Peralta
I'm radical like an Islamic suicide bomber
I'll leave a rapper's back shattered like dabs
So pack up your bags and toss them in the back of a cab
The cash getter rap spitter steady bagging a bad b*t*h, while you be mad because you get catfished by fat chicks
But you ain't sweating if they're heavy as Oprah
You just sweep them off their feet
Wingardium Leviosa
I'm deadly as a Cobra with fangs full of cocaine, I train on a stage with a fifty pound gold chain
Brain with a depth and rep of Imhotep, I cryogenically froze the foes who slept
Never step to a God when you're simply a mortal man, I'll rip off your skull and autograph it for a fan
I'm unstable every verse is fatal
An angel who's selling my soul at the merch table
Your sh*t's soft and I get so p*ssed off, the force could cause a rocket ship to lift off with

So much anger, built inside
So much anger, built inside
So much anger, built inside
So much anger, built inside

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