[Apocalipps]
Yo, if your razor's broke and your gat wont spin
Then you will have to put some barry bonds back work in
Or the big dagger, rock'n roll, the mick jagger
Unless you got a dead arm punch like marv hagler
Yup, it's apocalipps, i'm up in the building
Alright, this rhyme here may not be suitable for children
I used to stash crack in the benches
Now you can catch me backstage (weed?) and givin ur favorite rapper the business
And if you gonna cop weight, make sure to cop the heavy
And if i'm rhyming on air, if you're smart you have your tapes ready
Besides that i'm on the block heavy
But i supplex your little record label like brock (levy/lesnar?)
I had to step it up from the techs and pop (?)
Nigga, stop smoking that (wet/wack?) and cop (belly?)
The blackberry's in effect, i can't fuck with the cellies
I catch your ass on the boat, i throw you off the ferry
I got a bad posture, but my flow is proper
Niggas be knowin jesse owens' style, i run through your roster
Long dreadlocks, smoke pot, but i'm not a rasta
(Let's hot?), red dot, i can spy the imposter
I'm like a octopus, cause i got extra arms
Ruthless, i give a fuck, nigga, i stretch your moms, what!

[Chorus: Apocalipps]
Goddamn, why you say that, fam?
Cause the fire i spit burn down happyland
Apocalipps, why you thrash me and my mans?
Nigga, the fire i spit burn down happyland
Shit, losing that battle wasn't part of the plan
Cause the fire i spit burn down happyland

[Apocalipps]
Yo, watch how i ride on this beat with no bike
Automatic weapon in the (?), got no lights
I rap too much, people say i rap a lot, check it
Scar on my face, so i should sign to rap-a-lot records
I came from the pits in the cells
To the strips making cells
If that nigga is hot, (?) is hell
And i ain't got no time to teach yall MCs grammar
So many guns, my name should be MC hammer
A lotta bitches say a nigga look like busta rhymes
Nah, i'm his cousin, bitch, busta nine
I got the master key to this game, now watch me lock it
And you don't have to have (?) for me to play you out your pockets
Now what, kid, do what you want
And get your (crew?) (amped?)
Apocalipps, i'm known to lick shots
Yall niggas lick (stamps?)
Fuck you and yours
My round of applaud will get you clapped up
Ya niggas is SSA, ass backwards, whaaat!
I do you dirty like the sewers
I smash mics/mike's like evander, busta and lennox lewis

[Chorus]