It Takes a Seven Nation Army to Hold Us Back (feat. Emilio Lopez) - Apathy

Can’t believe you motherfuckers didn’t think of this before

Make bitches spaz like the Plasmatics, watch this

Better get the best shit you wrote that makes 'em go wild

Shit a bitch’ll put up in a AOL Profile

Download it, burn it and ship it to Kansas

To a cousin that’ll pump it on a college campus

Play it at dances and translate it to Spanish

So foreign exchange motherfuckers’ll understand this

Shit that’ll make a chick send you her panties

Or fight with her family like, «you don’t understand me»

Raps that’ll change the existence of earth

From infant to birth if mom heard the verse

Like «what», didn’t understand it at first

So she reversed and played it until it made her brain burst

That’s how it works, gotta love it 'till it hurts

Love it 'till I easily ease off skirts

Ease on your knees and I’ll skeet on your shirt

Freeze on the floor now back to work

Go (back and forth)

From here to the floor

Till your bodies spasm and your feet is sore

Go (back and forth)

From here to the store

Use a box of Magnums now you need some more

Go (back and forth)

On top, make her rock, make her pop

Make it roll, make her stop 'fore you blow it then

Go (back and forth)

From here to the bar

From near or far

When you hear it in your car go

Hey what’s up Beatrice

I see you standin' there with your little Coach bag

Tiffany’s bracelet trying to look all pretty

That’s like 250 dollars total

That’s two pairs of sneakers for me

Fuck outta here

(I'm gonna fight 'em all,) (not hold me back)

(Fight'em all), (no hold me back)

(Fight'em all), (no hold me back)

What you gonna do Ap?

(Fight'em all), (no hold me back)

Yeah nope, don’t calm down yet

It’s not time yet

Hold me back, fuck that, I’ma fight 'em all

If you can’t find 'em, later swing by the morgue

Since nobody knows how to rock a mic no more

I’ma start teaching rappers how to write your bars

I ain’t tryin' to tell nobody how to fight your wars

But fuck weapons son, I throw hooks like Jabar

I don’t like any of y’all

And any of all, wouldn’t give a fuck if my bank had a penny or more

Come through your crib smellin' like the scent of your whore

Give you dap with the same hand that was pettin' your whore

I admit it, I’m a sinner, broke plenty of laws

And never got scratched but I broke plenty of jaws

Listen, I’m hungry, I’m amped, I’m ready, I’m souped

Been broke too damn long son, I’m ready for loot

Once I’m more known no artist will never recoup

And I’ma spit the flow 'till I own every coupe

Go (back and forth), weed spot to the coke spot

Bring a fiend with you just to make sure the coke’s hot

(Back and forth)

If she wit' you now she mine

Lover boy you should’ve never ever bought that half of wine

(Back and forth)

Lotta hoes on my dick, due to dough that I get, plus the flows that I spit

(Back and forth)

Re-up, get that money, man

We about to change the game, Lop ain’t nothin' funny man

Yeah, Emilio y’all can call me Mr. Lopez

Your girl already does

Change the record motherfucker