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soldiers of the apacolyps
You know Soldiers of the Apacolypse we keepin' live and full of flava. Peep our shit out yoo you won't be dispointed. E-mail wit feedback cuz i'm curently doin' some studio shit and need a beat man in my corna. holla!
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #243
Peak in subgenre #31
Author
SOTA
Rights
Soldiers of the Apacolypse
Uploaded
November 16, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
War.
Lyrics
My rhymes poison, just like cyanide gases; I rip the fastest; leave bodies in closed caskets; burn you with matches; use you head for ball practice; supreme tactics; to leave your scrotum piece sack-less; fucking minor; I dare you to cross the scrimmage; leave your vision tinted; destroy your complexional image; With gats hand I buck; feel the need to “quack!” Then duck; your out a luck; like watching an impotent man fuck You as pathetic as a cracktologist; ma fucka I got more bones than archeologists; the lone soldier I spit to impress; you as pathetic as Dennis Rodman wearing a fucking wedding dress; I must stress; Piss me off and I will caress; this chrome will bless; leave bullet holes smoking out ya chest; you juss depressed; ripping niggaz from the east; to west; I’m just possessed; like the girl from the movie Exorcist, The Apocalypse nigga, I’m leaving you ancient like Christmas; so evil got banned from hell for fucking the devil’s mistress so watch ya back jack don’t act a fool; the only time you face to face is when ya bitch ass is on a stool; I battled you twice and you croaked; nigga your voice sounds like you got a dick stuck down your throat; you pitiful maggots; ya’ll suck on more dicks than faggots; leave you looking handicapped like retarded kids doing gymnastics; what goes around come around son; you getting shot down quick like an anti-aircraft gun; Battle Corleone you get slaughter; you ain’t beating me like your lungs breathing in liquidized water; So step up motha fuckas you know I’m hostile; slit your wrist; sever your throat; rip ya brain out ya nostril; Corleone like cancer, bad for your health; I’m so sick at times when I battle I rip myself; Thought that I can’t rap; That’s right I set the trap; I spit till’ the microphone burns and my vocal snaps; How’s that?; verses are mad fat; A fine cat; right hook left you on your ass flat; Corleone up in this piece here to destroy ya My punches hit faster than Oscar De La Hoya With nothing fancy; straight jabs and left hooks T.O crooks we start fires by igniting library books Destroy with blows rip your brain right out your nose beating Coli is like trying to walk without your toes rock your frame with a TKO ask yourself are you ready to battle the answer replied is NO. Oh No heard expression “reap what you sew” not me so I’m a just blow a hole through your dome uh and when I’m done calm, cool and collected I’ll spit on your corpse urinate on you never get respected; I’m the most vicious mother fucker alive; I tap jaws niggaz drop quick like planes taking nose dives; You as dirty as shit mixed with fly’s; you pathetic cat in one battle I’ll snatch your 9 Lives Shout outz to all the wolves reppin’ Kinsdale blvd. and a big holla to all the gangsta’s holdin’ it down in maybelle; ya’ll know who u are; keep it real yoo I’m out....
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