A.O.T.P. - Apathy

Army of the Pharaohs!

We’ll always get paid

We’ll take the wackest shit, and make it better

Remember, we ain’t doin' shit for free

Pay us some G’s…and we’ll start… rhymin', rhymin', rhymin!

It’s the A!

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From hell we came, help us spell the name!

It goes A!

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Say it out loud, start fights in the crowd!

It’s the.

Apathy attacks like asteroids or avalanches

An apparition who appears, but is apt to vanish

In the air like alien aircraft

Droppin' atom bombs, hold your breath while the air last

Out of oxygen, time’s up, ask O-z

Flow’s Oxycontin, overdo it and OD

Ho’s wanna orgy, they open then, «Oh no!»

Quickly orgasm when they pussy get oo-cho

Tight little teens try to make me trick

I’m telepathic, you can’t tell what makes me tick

From Texas to Tel Aviv, tongues tickle the testicles

Can’t top this text, cause the topic’s too technical

Paragraphs of wrath, more passion than Christ

I’m never passive, I’m pissed off and don’t pass mics

Press the digitator, better prep or prepare foes

For A-O-T-P, Army of the Pharaohs!