Jesus Gun [Ap Demo Version]

Lyrics

[Verse repeated] Mathematician, magician, rapping addiction My written, half of it's fiction, precision crafted for spitting I'm splitting atoms like fission, envision Wrath I'm inflicting, it's sickening Half of these vixens is pigeons, after the whips and the chips And acting like chickens who tricking, trapping, and tripping So listen, Ap is the missing chapter: the master edition, envision Crack in the kitchen that's mixed with battery acid that's drippin', I'm droppin' a droplet a toxic concoction, a composition The fact or it's fiction, I'm givin' crackers a whippin' Relax 'em like a Craftmatic adjustable mattress position I rap with precision, Iraqis on radical missions Eradicate the irrational rations last in the distance Give ya forty lashes, lacerate ya ligaments When Ap'll display the raps it activates the ignorance Decapitate an innocent virgin squirming for freedom I bleed em out and beat 'em, chop their body up and eat 'em