[Lyric] Handle (Hype Man Apollo)

[Verse 1: Apollo]
Yeah, Apollo
Punting babies through a field goal
Yeah, nigga, I rap slow, but that's no problemo
I got problems but I some how stop them
Officer officer, please
She told me she was above 18!
I'm too high to be a singer
I can give it my best try
But I try too hard to be advanced
While cutting people in half
Hash or slasher, havin' people crash
Or everyone just wants to fuck her
This is irrelevant, I'm killing shit
Not giving it
To angry to be mean or even be seen
Out side my house, is where I pass out
And wake up on the grass, damp
Surprise surprise, I'm late for class Just Call me Bueller

[Verse 2: Apollo]
I'm Awesome, Awesome, better than Dawson
Let get bricks and shit
Hit him over the head with it
We got three dogs
Now ones a lion
Somebody make him drop the green
He's high enough
He's crying
Thinking he's Marley
I'm sorry
Something must be fucked up in your brain
You need a doctor
The doctor's out so here
I can play!
Just let me get my shit from locker
All the way from the fosters
So let me get to my helicoptor
[Verse 3: Apollo]
Nigga, nothing's stopping from achieving my goals
Besides me and my studio
I record at home. It's a disaster
I could rap faster. But the sound would just cladder
It's only a matter of time
Before I smack up this fine dime out side
Knocking on my door. Fuck that whore
Asking for her shit back
She whack, She smokin crack
I lack the ability to be mean
Well at least fully
Let's wait and see what changes me
To where I'm like.. fucking.. Punching bitches
And random citizens
Not giving shits
Yelling at the mic. pissed at it
Not letting bitches interfere
With my toss flow, I'm gold
Nigga, let's get the sega an start going omega
I'm saving the rest of my shit rhymes and raps for wayne
I could be nice. I mean he's already in pain
Look at his voice, look at his life
NAILED IT!