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st. apathetikz - apathetikal binge [pt. 1] lyrics

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[mr. pessimistic]

they be like “who is that there?”
that’s ‘mr. pessimistic’
don’t p-ss him the mic
he’ll steal the show and take ya b-tches

mr. sick & twisted
perverted & s-d-stic
i eat that p-ssy raw
she like it dirty like my dishes,,

i suggest you keep your distance,,
i burn like hot water
spit my s-m-n on yo cl-toris

vibing in that molly
acid got me tripping
man i love this type of life
this type of sh-t can get addictive

[lethal injection]

why is me so pessimistic
me no take no blessings
b-tch i’m wired up
i’ll take you off my friends list

i seem to be offensive
i’ll cease to breathe, i’m reckless
lethal injection, all these drugs feed my depression
all these things they got me clenchish

f-ck my life has been this hectic?
why yo b-tch she on my d-ck?
boy i think she been obsessive
i dont give a f-ck

all she need is some attention
yeah i give her d-ck and she dont give a f-ck
i love the way she fetish
best believe i fed it..
that p-ssy tight but i stretched it..

b-tch i could feel the tension..
b-tch she just need attention…
boy i dont give a f-ck what you motherf-cking say..
she love death squad, and st. apathetikz

[crackhead]

popping pills got me like:
i choose to live just like i choose to die
hold tight, rope tied
i’m on the edge of the sky losing myself
i’m bound and ready to die

i got the sh-t that’ll hit you quick
b-tch you talking to a player i be with the sh-ts..
west side i puts it down

running through the city with my motherf-cking boys
got the shrooms and i’m faded off the loud..
p-ssy wetter than the ocean
tell them apathetikz got it soaking..

i’m the motherf-ckin man
fakes- these motherf-ckers never understand!

[death squad in the mix]

ayy
we top dawgs
death squad
we in the mix

grinding like we got the molly having us clenching the t–th
yeah we’re f-cked up
best believe we’re getting lit
i do not play with this sh-t

i’m a god d-mned legend in this motherf-cking b-tch
she told me to “chill on the mans”:
she told me boy i’m going ham
she told me “just meet at the pad”
she told me that i am the man
how wifey be skipping my cl-ss?
i told her “i’ll be there real fast!”
she told me “be ready to f-ck! and this time don’t skee on my vans!”

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