Todd McFarlane

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[Intro: Kid getting interviewed about comics in *insert year*] "...and then when you get, uh, Todd Macfarlane to sign one of the comics then, then it doubles in value usually." [News Reporter:] "Right now the smart money is riding on Todd McFarlane He makes his living drawing Spider-Man comic books, and his mega-fame surprises even him." [Verse 1: Apathy] The Road Warrior, that rattle the ropes to get the fans hype Watch the paper ignite, when my hand write Dance Like Scoob Lover and Scrap did My rap did damage like alien acid That eats through the metal of the mic and melt it I'm so powerful I just can't help it I'm not a 33rd degree, but word to the 33 on my shirt for the Boston Celtic The great white hope, I'm a great white shark When I was young, fucked hoes late night in the park Aim right for the heart, the spikes wooden, some nice white woman Just got her Nikes tooken to cop Dwight Gooden She from somewhere rural, but really like Brooklyn Have her drop to her knees, and feed her rice puddin' My mics put in, a case that sealed with Egyptian spells That'll leave demons from hell shooken Book of the Dead but the plots alarmin' Like Full Metal Jacket when he shot the sergeant I rocked the Shearling when my block was starvin' So my art come out hard as Todd McFarlane Our fallen soldiers, steadily shine I got Blac' over my shoulder every line Been a motherfuckin' problem since '79 Moonwalkin' and tap dance around enemy mines (Yeah!) [Hook: Celph Titled, Apathy, and Blacastan] Catch me blacked out like Venom! (Venom!) Black hat, black hoodie, black denim! They don't understand until they hit 'em! There's murder on my mind and now I'm coming to get 'em! (REMEMBER!!!) Catch me blacked out like Venom! (Venom!) Black hat, black hoodie, black denim! They don't understand until they hit 'em! There's murder on my mind and now I'm coming to get 'em! [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Sunday breakfast you better eat canned ham 'Cause bullets 'll ricochet off the Denny's crane game in your Grand Slam I summon the Sandman, and he finna put ya to sleep I can make your hood retreat, just need a hook and a beat We usin' arrowheads for beard trimmers Hyena teeth for hair clippers, revered ninja spear sender I wear a mask, you wear mascara That's why I don't fuck with this new rap era I can't change my cannibal ways, so why do I...? Fill a truck with body parts and call that shit a food drive That's my version of charity, with a new line of Dirty Version kerosene Fo' sho' it's an intimidation factor that ya didn't factor in Cracked your chin, put your family's bodies in the furnace and packed 'em in Had to rearrange some ribs, twist legs, and break arms I'm so against talkin' to Jake, I left State Farm [Outro: Celph Titled, Apathy, and Blacastan] Catch me blacked out like Venom! (Venom!) Black hat, black hoodie, black denim! They don't understand until they hit 'em! There's murder on my mind and now I'm comin' to get 'em! (REMEMBER!!!) Catch me blacked out like Venom (Venom!) Black hat, Black hoodie, Black denim! They don't understand until they hit 'em! There's murder on my mind and now I'm comin' to get 'em! (VENOM!!!) Black hat! Black hoodie! Black denim! Murder on my mind and now I'm coming to Get 'em!!! (REMEMBER!!! (REMEMBER!!!)) Black hat! Black hoodie! Black denim! There's murder on my mind and now I'm comin' to get 'em!