Grind Mode Cypher

Lyrics
(Apathy) I'm on some Scooby-Doo, Hardy Boy, mystery shit A ghost pirate holdin' swords on a rickety ship Somebody say the wrong the shit it might get me to flip Do a bid for 10 years come back physically fit I lick a shot, I watch 'em dip quick, lickety split Inexplicably with a flick of the wrist I fit in the clip In a fit a rage I'm fallin' down like Michael Douglas Every microphone he crushes into microscopic dust Is excavated by a palentolgist wipin' brushes From cyphers in the 90s in the dungeon lightin' dutches Biters get to crutches when the mic is in my clutches Calibrated like a scope on the rifle a sniper touches I'm Mr. Fantastic, call me Reed Richards, I ain't talkin' 'bout women when I say I beat bitches Leave 'em in deep ditches deceased 'til they need stitches so they sleepin' with the fishes and branded with three 6's
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- Apathy