Artist: Apocalipps Album: The Get Right Song: Verrazano Villain Returns Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Apocalipps] DJ Storm, Another fucking mix creation Fuck it, Let's do it again Let's go, Uhh, Apocalipps let's go Ruthless let's go, Yeah, Staten Island let's go [Apocalipps] The only Mack 10 you know is married to T-Boz My Mack 10 spits slugs that'll wet your Levis I see yall, Little niggas tryna get your weight up Just do your thing little man, Try not to get ate up By these niggas that hold pounds and ice picks and razors They act like Nicholas in the cage and tare your face off When I dropped out of high school, I think I was a sophomore Don't ask me why, Ask that witness why she call the cops for Bustin block busters that big to blow your block off Apocalipps is back in this bitch, Go head and pop off I dare you, Nah I take that back, I double dare you Double pump and tare you and whoever the fuck is near you I run with a bastard clique, A bastard since six Cause my moms was a bastard bitch I mastered this, Hardcore you asked for this You wanna die for that watch is what I ask your wrist And gats'll click, Cooperate, Pack your frits I find out you holdin out man, Your ass is hist Now blast this bitch, And leave em with the crabs and the fish Apacalipps, And I can show you how to practice a stick Practice you dicks, My rap style is practically sick I got some Ray Lewis slugs that could tackle your six You rappers aint shit, If you a rap, Rap with your bricks I lock the city down and flood the big apple with Knicks And I might spit some foul shit you might not like Ayo Storm, You know you my favorite white boy right And I never caught a body on a track but I'm about to I heard you spit fire so I'ma smack flames out you Take your frame out you, Your spirit, The lame out you I doubt you, Got skills to bring it like Lipps The only rapper with his ass sewn close and still shits Ill spit at your house, Fuck that, I'll spit at your spouse The reason why my breath stinks is cause I shit out my mouth Yall niggas smile in my face but I know yall wanna get me Cause my dimes are so big, You could chop em and sell fifties And that green shit that I sell is too sticky You could break it down and start sellin quarters for two-fifty I'm too shifty, Too thorough, And too picky I'm too ghetto, Two blowjobs with two hickies Two, Bottles of Henney and Remy, But now I'm pissy Too tipsy, Stick-up kids, They wanna get me They must be stupid, But my gun'll make em smart Like let me leave that nigga alone before he put one in my heart Or two in my brain, Staten Island goin insane The four-four got force like a runaway train If you don't like what they playin, That don't mean that you hatin That's how I feel so I made my own radio station Get you hit up from a black Range Rover When Radio Takeover 2 drop you know the game is over