Welcome to Assholeville Pt. 2 - Apathy

It’s a Demigod with a heater that’s robbing a preacher

And drives away bumping In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

The undefeated since a fetus is feeble and futile

If you were to ever try to fuck with a man with a fetish for voodoo

The Vatican burner packing a burner

Bird-slapper purse-snatcher hearse-jacker

I jog and the Earth fractures in fractions of seconds

The weapons I’m packing are popping

When I run up rocking the mask like I’m Batman and robbing

So shut the fuck up, you ain’t half as bad as Chad

I’m the future with the fury, I’m Medusa on the rag

I’m from Assholeville, middle finger on the flag

Eight Heads In A Duffel Bag and my jeans are sagged

So Merry Christmas bitches, I’m about my business

I’m Lucifer with the brains of a nuclear physicist

You say you get bitches but that is ridiculous

Been with your girl for years and still can’t find her clitoris

I’m stupid as a type of vibes

Sometimes forget rhymes like Lupe did with Tribe

Won’t lie, I’m real fucked up inside

And there’s no where to run to, there’s no where to hide

And I could never ever give these little bitches affection

Half of my exes are probably living in witness protection

This girl from Connecticut now is considered a Texan

Got bagged with a bag trying to smuggle my TECs in

I’m reckless, reaching for your girlfriend’s breastesses

Rapper slash face snatching necks or necklaces

Effortless, what more could y’all expect from this?

Ap is a motherfucking rap perfectionist

Fly hoody pussy getter, nobody does it better

Yell at em like Eddie Vedder

Venom spewing from every letter

Written in my rhymes shit I rip it every time

Did it, hit it, sipping Glenfiddich, fuck wine

Fiddle with her titties, get her digits if time permits

Overload your brain with data, blow your circuits

Atta boy, up and at 'em, there’s rappers to destroy

Bombs deployed, destroyed, I’m something you can’t avoid

I’m a droid, I’m a Druid, I’m stupid, I’m your boy

I’m the fluid in your veins, hip hop on steroids

I’m a motherfucking menace, backhand hoes like tennis

Have her sucking on my pen-is, Get her wetter than Venice

And if you’ve never heard a perfect verse I’ll show you what a ten is

Just open up a notebook and point me to where the pen is

Your famous last words will be «Ap's so ill»

Happy New Year bitch, welcome to Assholeville!