Personal Jesus - Apathy

Listen up closely, focus your brain

Rappers approach me, foes’ll get slain

Slash and slowly open your veins

Over and over and over again

Verses are perfect, a virtual genius

A person could say I’m their personal Jesus

Rise in a battle of fire like phoenixes

Crazy, I’ll even rock '80's rock remixes

So pray to me, every day faithfully

Facin' me’s basically leavin' you fatally wounded and wasted

I’m wicked as mystical voodoo magicians, if you were to listen

You’re under my spell, lose inhibitions

Surrender your writtens, it’s futile to spit 'em

I’m up in your spot with a beautiful chicken

Ap is the truth, it’s stupid to diss him

Foolish as tryin' to throw fuel on the friction

Haters the Lakers that lose to the Pistons

Scoop up your riches, scoop up your bitches

You’re up in my kitchen, you’re doin' my dishes

For minimum wage, your miniscule brain

Is tryin' so hard to configure this rigorous trainin'

I’m sprainin' ya ligaments, aimin' to cripple kids, aimin'

The barrel, I’ll bury you, effortlessly faggots effin' with me

Will get blown into fragments and left in debris, did he mention I’m deadly?

Leave three bitches widows

I’m back from the dead without Beatrix Kiddo

It’s A-P, say it with me

A-P, play it for me

Over and over and over again

Over and over and over again

It’s A-P, say it with me

A-P, play it for me

Over and over and over again

Over and over and over again

Ap!