The 45 Killer

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it [Verse 1: Apathy] The radio ain't a factor, to a radioactive rapper I send your soul shootin' through the sky like the rapture I could put racks on the fact that y'all are wacker The facts are I'm faster than Bruce Lee's master I'll mash ya, I'm massive, disastrous massacre I'm sorry there just ain't another cracker of my caliber Excalibur, I'm Merlin with evil spells swirlin' Inside a boiling cauldron, use caution 'cause I'm hurling Stones and rocks in homes and yachts, telephone poles and blocks With strength of a hurricane that drops a gazillion megawatts of electrical shots I'm so exceptional, the skeptical just shut up and watch Y'all are fronting like your bosses, your business is all weak You little dudes are way more Walmart than Wall Street The all-seeing eye, seventh letter, whatever you call 'em The 33 vertebrae inside of your spinal column Shoot a million future Messiahs inside of a condom And shoot a million more at the bottom of hoes when I drop 'em To their knees like followers, dropped at the feet of Christ Need advice, drop the mic, it'll probably save your life Take a hike, we ain't alike, it's serious day and night To put meat in front of a shark and expectin' him not to bite Brighten up, y'all emotional bitches should lighten up Motherfuckers get gassed, so naturally I light 'em up [Scratch Hook: Sample] Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it If you don't know me by now, you'll never know I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat [Verse 2: Apathy] I'm a bad man, take an aluminum bat to Batman And backhand the nurse, then autograph the CAT Scan No pulse, flat line when Ap rhyme, it's halftime Rappers talk back, get a cracked spine Only a face that a mother could love I slap the soul out your body, let it hover above .45 caliber killer, blood spiller, vanilla ape Sleep is the cousin of death, so I'm still awake Facilitate rappers who appear to have a death wish I'm Hell's biggest promoter, I'll throw you on the guest list Nobody's schoolin' me, even rappers that's cool with me It's like they drained the blood from my veins and put jet fuel in me Your tomfoolery will have you runnin' jewelry Two or three of your crew will be bringin' all of your loot to me Stupidly rappers assume I only mean musically Until I beat 'em brutally, I'm fucked up truthfully, yeaaah! Holy Grail sipper, this is the Last Supper I save a chosen few, and let the mass suffer Cash lover, ass toucher, Ap's butter Slash suckers 'fore I chamber a round and blast fuckers [Scratch Outro: Sample] Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap Check it, loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it If you don't know me by now, you'll never know I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls 45 kiiiller!!!