Artist: Truck f/ Apocalipps Album: Planet of the Apes, Vol. 1 Song: Beast Mode Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Truck, Apocalipps] I spit my razor out, and straight plant 'em in the face Gorilla nigga, straight Planet of the Apes Kick the door down, take the money out the safe Straight gangsta, smack your honey in the face [Apocalipps] Name a rapper that you know that rip mics like I do Leave so much blood on your clothes, niggas'll think you Damu And throw it up to you, middle finger, I throw it up to you, man Fuck the crew, I'm from Now Born, but you can call it New Brighton, we squeeze guns, fuck fighting Like a bitch that can't suck dick, ya'll stay biting I don't care if my album got plat' or aluminum foil Cuz I still know, how to cook crack and let it boil I still know how to load macs and that's for you And I still know some cats'll that blast, that's half for you When my moms was pregnant with me, she used to bop her head Beat on the stomach and, rock her leg And people used to say, damn, that lady's mentally gone But they ain't know that I was spitting through the umbulical cord I had like 20 albums completed before I was born Came out my mom's womb clutching the mic, screaming, it's on Now I'm here like I promised, I'm taking the title Some people say my rap book is like the hip hop bible Prophetize the come, Apocalipps one, verse 15 I'm everything you suburb herbs birds be missing Listening to this '93 shit, that's right, '93 shit Just wait in line to hear my '04 shit I used to push a hooptie whip, but now they call me droopy lips I'm drooling in the coofie six, this groupie bitch She wanna get her coochie licked So I went in the ashtray, lit up a dookie clip, like Bitch please, blew smoke in her face Get on your knees with ease, and please open your face So I can Cash Rule, CREAM your throat, skeet then float Don't worry bout the safety, ma, keep the toast The beef is close, I eat it with bread, and then I break you But I ain't got nothing against you, my gun hate you He said, he can pull out, wherever he want Wherever you want, we gon' lay you down, wherever you front [Chorus] [Apocalipps] Whenever Lipps' name is mentioned, hearts skip fast I'm like a doctor with a needle, I got darts for your ass Ok dummies, and ya'll can stay looking bummy I stay shitting, that's why these flies won't stay away from me You look at my tummy, I'm fat now, Apocalipps Excuse my six pack, I'm back now, ya'll niggas back down And I can get funny style, so don't tempt me All my bars come out better when my stomach is empty And I ain't in 5 years, since I tried to jump bail And all ya'll faggots got fat, while I sat up on the bell Sending me hate mail, just praying I don't get up with you You wrote letters to my boys, saying hit him with two I hit you with two, shots from the pump and you're through Come to the New, I get you stuck like gum on the shoe I bury you with your shine and make you lay in your wealth You like solitaire cuz you stay playing yourself Think of your friends, beef with me, think of your kins I killed this verse once I put some Murda Inc. in my pen I do my album acapella so you see that I'm sick I rip any instrumental, so you see how I'm flip And you need to be whipped, it takes in dying need of some Lipps They locked me up, yo, I had to rhyme to the beat of my dick, shit [Chorus]