Verse 1: Rapture Ain't no stop in this, Rapture be droppin this Ready for apocylypse, rocking the whole hip hop and sh** Stop with the bullsh** keep poppin the hot knowledge kid My style authistic like shorty choppin' in chocolate flick Bringin over da docks sh**, even the pitch who locked it Kickin it with the hot sh**, sippin coke with scotch kid Im all over ya nonsense, droppin silence f*ggots stalking around ready to meet Pac b**h Taking ya clit hostage working the orange clocking Love b**hes in fishnet stockings with big knockers Head boppers i promise givin the rill to rock this Livin ya own topics and choke on ur own concepts Martians vs goblins? dem watch us, twelve apostles Stun gunning im shocking it, we bombing it, one top of us Im the cover of subtitles and socrates philosophers Blast these rockets like k**arm' grenade shoppers Survive in this jungle of concrete with full of monsters 13 got snuffed out, 18 back to the choppers