[Verse 1: Apathy] If I had a dollar bill for every sucker that I killed I'd be sitting on a mil blood and guts in my grill Hot as hell, I wasn't born with the ability to chill I don't care what people say, Bun B think I'm trill Killmatic, spillin' acid out my mouth, I'm a dragon I'm snatching all your gold, I'm Bilbo Baggins (Is you the Hobbit,...Learn More

[Verse repeated] Mathematician, magician, rapping addiction My written, half of it's fiction, precision crafted for spitting I'm splitting atoms like fission, envision Wrath I'm inflicting, it's sickening Half of these vixens is pigeons, after the whips and the chips And acting like chickens who tricking, trapping, and tripping So listen, Ap is the...Learn More