The Black Lodge

Album cover art for "The Black Lodge" by Apathy & Merkules & Suave-Ski

Apathy & Merkules & Suave-Ski - Rap

The Black Lodge

2 Plays

Duration: 2:51

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Apathy] I've been fresh, never lettin' the pen rest My words hold more weight, than the Hulk could bench press Wolverine healin', hackin' at men's flesh I'm ridin' horseback in the war rockin' a headdress There's Blackfoot in my blood, you'll get bludgeoned And left with the buzzards in mud with flies buzzin' Y'all don't want nothin' you buggin' I'm like a cold war Russian with his finger on a nuclear button Dirtier than a dungeon or buttfuckin' a munchkin I'm a problem with production, no discussion, I'm disgustin' Paralyzin' on percussion, y'all cussin' 'cause Ap's comin' On a slut he tried cuffin', that's very unbecomin' Cuttin' up your guts and your blood and I'll start summonin' A demon out the depths where the sulfur and lava's bubblin' Humblin' you humans like Zeus with clouds thunderin' Hoverin' over blocks y'all are hustlin' and I'm studyin' People like an alien scientist, overcome you with violence As long as I exist I rule with an iron fist Fuck the small talk, take you on a long walk Out in a field and crucify you on a cornstalk [Verse 2: Suave Ski] Pile on the bodies, stretched out like Pilates Stressed out grab the shotty, get iced by the Gottis I'm connected with the most reckless, don't disrespect this Get toasted like Texas and hang you by your necklace Yes this is the violent truth, the wylin' youth Creatin' H-bombs inside of the booth Lyrically drillin' 'em, killin' 'em, I'm such a resilient villain Fillin' 'em with a million shots, ready or not I'm like ISIS on the border or ebola in your water This the New World Order, cuttin' your lifespan shorter I'm sort of a rebel, yeah I sold my soul to the Devil At the temple and now I took it to a whole other level Spittin' liquid metal, you don't wanna beef with the kid I summon zombies out the ground and start eatin' ya ribs And if you wanna fight fair we can meet where you live I separate all of your body parts and feed 'em to pigs [Verse 3: Merkules] Your faulty pistols ain't got nothin' when I'm launchin' missiles These bombs will hit you to confidante when you got an issue The Glock will split you, you're not official, I'm non-gristle Your squad is missin' you, softer than when ya momma kiss you Talkin' down, I get you folded like a laundromat Show up at your culdesac, they know that I'm the boss of that I plan to profit, catastrophic every time I handle topics The cash they market is garbage, I'm goin' after Targets Fuckin' heartless, sparrin' with all my inner demons I'm Santa Claus with an atom bomb and it's Christmas evenin' I pull my dick out swingin' and now your chick is fiendin' She heard that Merk will make her squirt until it hits the ceilin' So gimme reason you'll be sure to get your jaw broken My bars doper than raw coke in a straw snort it I'm not jokin', your squad nod off a small dosage And I can sense it like cop dogs when the jar open Merk...

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Credits

Writers
  • Merkules
  • Suave-Ski
  • Apathy