Apathy - The 45 k**er lyrics

[Intro x8: Sample] "Check it Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it" [Verse 1: Apathy] The radio ain't a factor to a radioactive rapper I send your soul shooting through the sky like the rapture I can put racks on the facts that y'all are wacker The facts are I'm faster than Bruce Lee's master I'll mash ya, I'm ma**ive, disastrous ma**acre I'm sorry there just ain't another cracker of my caliber Excalibur, I'm Merlin with evil spells swirling Inside a boiling cauldron, use caution cause I'm hurling Stones and rocks, and homes and yachts, telephone poles and blocks With strength of a hurricane that drops a gazillion megawatts of electrical shots I'm so exceptional, the skeptical just shut up and watch Y'all are fronting like your bosses, your business is all week You little dudes are way more Walmart than Wall Street The all-seeing eye, seventh letter, whatever you call 'em The 33 vertebrae inside of your spinal column Shoot a million future Messiahs inside of a condom And shoot a million more at the bottom of hoes when I drop 'em To their knees, like followers dropped at the feet of Christ Need advice, drop the mic, it'll probably save your life Take a hike, we ain't alike, it's serious day and night Put me in front of a shark and expect them not to bite Brighten up, y'all emotional b**hes should lighten up Motherf**ers get ga**ed, so naturally I light 'em up [Scratch Hook: Sample] "Check it Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it" "I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow" "Check it Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it" "Sk**ed in the trade of that old boom bap" "Check it Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it" "If you don't know me by now, you'll never know" "I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls" "With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat" [Verse 2: Apathy] I'm a bad man, take an aluminum bat to Batman And backhand the nurse, then autograph the CAT Scan No pulse, flat line when Ap rhyme, it's Halftime Rappers talk back, get a cracked spine Only a face that a mother could love I slap the soul out your body, let it hover above .45 caliber k**er, blood spiller, vanilla apes Sleep is the cousin of d**h, so I'm still awake Facilitate rappers who appear to have a d**h wish I'm Hell's biggest promoter, I'll throw you on the guest list Nobody's schooling me, even rappers that's cool with me It's like they drained the blood from my veins and put jet fuel in me Your tomfoolery will have you run the j**elry 2 or 3 of your crew will be bringing all of your loot to me Stupidly rappers a**ume I only mean musically Until I beat 'em brutally, I'm f**ed up truthfully, yeah Holy grail sipper, this is the Last Supper I save a chosen few, and let the ma** suffer Cash lover, a** toucher, Ap's bu*ter Slash s**ers before I chamber a round and blast f**ers [Scratch hook] [Scratch Outro: Sample] "45 k**er"