Apathy - Welcome to Assholeville lyrics

I talk sh** like my sh** dont stink I don't front like I'm rich,Idon't rock no link I never, puff piff, and my clothes ain't pink I ain't a punk ain't a pimp but a walk with a limp Im real cool, educated but never graduated school I was a little kid on Ritalin that was ridiculed Most rappers yall put on pedestals are pitiful Myspace pedophiles, completely predicable Pick apart my flow pattern completely invincible Try to read off the notebook the words are invisible Visualize this if you can invision Spitting so precise its like Christ has arisen when he writes Alright, alright, I let ya catch up This ain't nothing but a bu*ton to make ya self destruct Structure strategies s**ers get stripped quicker than whips in the hood So get going while the going is good And if ya didn't ya should Shut up and open ya ears Spit out a flow so fierce every foe disappears I been ferocious for years, so f** ya bogus careers Yall got it popping, well nobody even notice ya here You like mosquitoes in ears, buzzing but swiftly get swatted As quick as I'm spotted these muthaf**as pussies are clotted You get it you got it, you got me so the chicks be exotic Even my peoples up in boston say I'm simply retarded Pumping that hydroponic, aquatic fluid, the speakers blewing sh** I speak is deep as druids, im street, and speaking fluent Influence like influenza when I spread in ya centre This menace will send a sickness up in ya b**hes placenta So s**ers surrender With different rapper, chicken macka, trick attracter Old school muthaf**ers be like listen to the whippersnapper! b**h attacker, dick her after, hang her from the kitchen rafter Chip stacker, click clacker nobody can spit it badder k** that chitter chatter throw some blows and ya chin'll shatter There ain't been a sicker cracker since Serch or Mr. Mathers It's the baddest average, ap's after star status So he gases up the ma**es then its ashes to ashes Now let me breath on it, k** mc's on it f** ya girlfriends face and blow seeds on it Yall musta really got it twisted thinking ap's so chill You see that sign up ahead? welcome to a**holeville Im in a whip blowing donuts, with two ho s*uts blowing both nuts My girl hear this, she gonna go nuts Im easy e, loeced up, im bobby brown coked up f**ing Jessica Simpson after her and Nick broke up Im sittin on the boarder of heaven and hell Praying to god and Satan at the same time so records will sell With every breath I exhale Another crucifix nail, is impaled just to make certain I failed But I ain't stopping til I'm dropping that's just simply not an option Get it popping or im pumpin' oxyconton in Wisconsin I rap and produce to A felon and boost to Beileve me cause cd's ain't sellin like they used to Believe me coz CD's ain't selling like they used to…