Apathy - Blow Ya Head Off lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy] If I had a dollar bill for every s**er that I k**ed I'd be sitting on a mil Blood and guts in my grill Hot as hell, I wasn't born with the ability to chill I don't care what people say, Bun B think I'm trill k**matic, spilling acid out my mouth, I'm a dragon I'm snatching all your gold, I'm Bilbo Baggins (Is you the Hobbit, b**h?) I'm the king of the apocalypse Conquering your planet while my posse push rocket ships Motherf**er I'm from H-E Double Hockey Sticks Training harder than the Russian in them "Rocky" flicks Overload the computer Overflowing the sewer Overthrowing the ruler Cut your f**ing head off like Tortuga I'm white as a Stormtrooper IPhone p**n shooter Dominating who*e abuser with power like the sun from 93 mil This is how we k** from '93 til Murder, murder everything, nobody's standing I'm a black hole in your soul slowly expanding I'm the crop circle maker where the mothership's landing I'm a ghost who's lamping in an abandoned mansion Watch the news while I drop these j**els I got tubes in my veins full of rocket fuel And for the flock who snooze Rock snot box your crews I pop shots at cops and cover forensic clues [Hook] And blow your head off, just for asking "Who's the one rapping?" (POO POW) co*k back the hammer And blow your head off, just for asking "Who's the one rapping?" (POO POW) co*k back the hammer [Verse 2: Marvalyss] I know you artists is breathing but I'm the illest alive I'm J Dilla with bars, Gil Scott with the rhymes Paint pictures on the paper, this inoculate mind Slow down your train of thought, at the drop of a dime This rhyme pattern, I'm staggering at top of the lines Is parallel to the crosshairs on the top of the 9 I know you dying for a spot at the roster to shine Congrats, they looking for the next vagina to sign Been in the game for some time, paid the usual dues I torch wedders, Bar Mitzvahs and funerals too I'm underground, ain't no other way of keeping it true And when d**h is the consolation, it's a beautiful view Enigmatic, I spark in the booth and split static Get clipped from a pager with a twitch and drug habit Buck 50 with the RZA, I ain't talking bout the Abbot From a block away, I can knock the hinges off your casket It's open door policy, modus operandi My syllabus was scripted in the tombs on a land mine These MCs don't want me to rap But say nothin', powder-puffs don't want me to snap The epicenter of atrocity, high velocity rocketry Tommy John any jerk-off thinking he stopping me The prophecy was properly pinned, you n***as scared of it And gun's in your mouth, like you talk arabic [Hook] And blow your head off, just for asking "Who's the one rapping?" (POO POW) co*k back the hammer And blow your head off, just for asking "Who's the one rapping?" (POO POW) co*k back the hammer [Verse 3: Blacastan] I'm the shogun's, decapitator, detonator, activator Blacastan the Kubrick, outstanding imaginator (6 minutes, Blacastan, you're on) I crack your skull open, and serve your brain like flan Who shot ya'? Bullets blow the fuse out your chakras Lights out, still trying to rhyme when the mic's out Chase you through the woods like Blair Witch Grab you by the hair b**h Then burn pentagrams on your queer tits Snatch your ghost right outta your torso Who da best? (Prime Minister Blac) n***as I thought so My waves stay spinning like the rims at a car show The golden child lamping in a temple in Tibet I'm Eddie Murphy spitting game at a dragon silhouette I douse you, then burn your eyelids with cigarettes Like Colossus, my fists smash the globe like a comet Islamic, I wrote this with the pa**ion of Muhammed [Hook] And blow your head off, just for asking "Who's the one rapping?" (POO POW) co*k back the hammer And blow your head off, just for asking "Who's the one rapping?" (POO POW) co*k back the hammer (EXPLOSION)