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[feat. Celph Titled] [Chorus:] Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to Cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to [Verse 1:] I got an appetite for destruction, Ap is back Murder beats, get hoes, there's an app for that Grab the battle axe jack [?] pink Cadillac (Sissy) I'm a Garbage Pail Kid doing the cabbage patch Play chief, get shot with a stray arrow You suckers imitate more rappers than Jay Pharoah Rocking gay apparel, them jeans'll make you sterile I'm steady stocking that ammo and cocking a double-barrel Rock the show hard as an army of Viking warriors Storming your little village then pillage till we victorious Stories of us painted on the walls of caves An image of your bitch sucking on my balls for days I'm like Genghis Khan on the back of a horse Or Billy Joel with a bottle of Jack on the dash of the Porsche Blast with a force of Soviet rockets in cold wars You on tour bagging whores with cold sores [?] wisdom fuck bitches to the rhythm SongtexteI'm hard as nuclear fission, a student of pugilism Which means Ap will rock your motherfucking head off I'm logical as Spock, drink vodka like Chekov [Chorus:] Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to Cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to [Verse 2:] Pirate mentality, teeth holding the knife in place Meet me on a rap tour and a raptor might bite your face And what will happen is you'll get shipped down in packages Thank God I keep the meat tenderizer in my cabinet But truthfully my vision varies I got from a visionary to a vicious leader of killer militaries Using old machine guns (why I need better gats?) These'll still burn holes in motherfuckers like a treasure map Think that Celph's soft then I'm a just stare at y'all Cause I'm Cyclops and yes the sunglasses are off So get a bulletproof armour suit and chin guard Army surplus galore, I'm going more than [?] My prestige is presidential I'm prevalent when you pressing the pressure preppy I'm prepping my pistol I cast the pyramid hex that leave you dickheads covered in blood like period sex [Chorus:] Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to Cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to [Verse 3:] I break through all barriers, trust Ap'll bury you Nowadays rappers sound like cartoon characters (Hilarious) Raps I write cover an area with paragraphs are larger than aircraft carriers Swearing yeah my middle finger express my hand gesture Fuck you a she-man dresser that dress like Fran Drescher Cro-Magnon with a crowbar, might eat you Pro with a Magnum, keep you in check like Nike sneakers I'm white as wife beaters on white trash on cop shows Selling stolen Picassos in front of Costcos This is the Demigodz gospel, I'm holy and hostile Acidic apocalyptic apostles Pop those snot-nosed thugs who act They'll order gun and they afraid to pop the bubble wrap My gun powder's dusting them My duns and them is troublesome My Glock alone is like a foster home cause I be sonning them [Outro:] Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to Aus Songtexte Mania