MK Ultra

Album cover art for "MK Ultra" by Apathy & Celph Titled

Apathy & Celph Titled - Rap

MK Ultra

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[Chorus] MK Ultra Psycho Killer MK Ultra Psycho Killer [Verse 1: Apathy] I bring the rapture to rappers, might slaughter wacker Motherfuckers'll drown like a white water rafter Might autograph the mic right after I'll fracture the circuits and pass it right past ya Saw that Pharcyde bitch, passed right past her Putting all washed up bitches out to pasture I'm the grim reaper for all of these new rappers Holdin' mics at murder scenes like newscasters Time to celebrate, throw up the yellow tapе Chalk around the body and laugh while their souls еlevate LMAO, yo I must have been smelling yayo My jay-o got me going to Hell with a halo Hey you! Better tuck your chain, I snatch hey you Reach up to the sky and slap the god you pray to Fuck it, here's a preview, paragraphs will freeze you Squeeze you by the throat and choke you until your cheeks blue Regroup before I turn your body into pea soup Shatter your skull plate and make your brain reboot Like bleep bloop, stick up anybody if I need loot You want to be a wolf? Then go and get you a sheep suit [Interlude] "It was one evening in the late 1980s when watching television that I picked up on the programming The carefully curated commercials began to unlock deadly parts of my mind that were once dormant" [Verse 2: Celph Titled] When you look at abstract art you see a butterfly I see a butterfly knife exposing guts inside Catch you on your morning run and jog your memory I guess when we mincin' meat it's what it's meant to be Eat this elbow bitch Me and Ap close more booths down than cellphones did And I mean well when I say your shit barely even sell You a fruitball, I hope you David Carradine yourself (weak as hell) Nine years old when I found my set I've been wearing dinner plates and trophies 'round my neck Stay flipping like Vanna White We ain't plan to fight but I still keep the beam attached to the top of the cannon pipe Y'all either planking or left with plankton Benjamin Shanklin back in this bitch, Chicken Hawkin' and Hoo-Bangin' You watchin' men for hours A lifeguard in a prison shower, winner of the soft rapper audition hour

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Credits

Writers
  • Apathy
  • Celph Titled