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Apathy( Chad Bromley )
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It Takes a Seven Nation Army to Hold Us Back
Apathy feat. Emilio Lopez
Better get the best shit you wrote to make some go while Shit that you'll put up in an AOL profile Download it, burn it, and ship it to Kansas To a cousin that'll pump it on a College campus Play it at dances and traslate it to Spanish So foreign exchange motherfuckers'll understand this Shit that'll make them chicks send you their panties And fight with her family like, 'You don't understand me!' Raps that'll change the existance of Earth From Infant to birth if mom heard the verse Like, 'What?!' Didn't understand it at first so she reversed and played it until it made her brain burst That's how it works Gotta love it 'till it hurts Love it 'till I easily ease off skirts Ease on your knees and I skeed on your shirt Freeze on the floor now back to work
Go {'Back and fourth'} From here to the floor Till your bodies spazin' and your knees are sore Go {'Back and fourth'} Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com From here to the store Use a box of Magnums now you need some more Go {'Back and fourth'} On top, make her rock, make her pop Make it roll, make her stop before you blow it then Go {'Back and fourth'} From here to the bar From near and from far When you hear it in your car go...
Hey what's up Beatrice? I see you standin' there with your little Coach bag Tiffany's bracelet tryin' to look all pretty (So?) That's like $250 total That's 2 pairs of sneakers for me Get the fuck outta here
{'I'm gonna fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'} {'Fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'} {'Fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'} (What chu gonna do Ap?) {'Fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'}
[Verse 2 - Emilio Lopez] Hold me back, fuck that, I'ma fight 'em all If you can't fight 'em later swing by the morgue Cause ain't nobody know how to rock a mic no more I'ma start teaching rappers how to write your bars I ain't tryin' to tell nobody how to fight your wars Fuck weapons son, I throw hooks like Jabbar I don't like any of ya'll and any of all wouldn't give a fuck if my bank had a penny or more Come through your crib smellin' like the scent of your whore give you debt with the same hand that was pettin' your whore I admit it, I'm a sinner, broke plently of laws I never got scratched but I broke plenty of jaws Listen, I'm hungry, I'm amped, I'm ready, I'm suped Been broke for too damn long son, I'm ready for loot Once I'm more known the artists will never recoup And I'ma spit the flow 'till I own every coop
Go {'Back and fourth'} Weed spot to the coke spot Bring a feind with you just to make sure the coke's hot {'Back and fourth'} If she with you now she's my lover Boy you shoulda never ever bought the heffer wine {'Back and fourth'} Lotta hoes on my dick do the dough that I get, plus the flows that I spit {'Back and fourth'} Weed up get that money man We about to change the game, wont be nothin' funny man
Yeah, Emilio Ya'll can call me Mr. Lopez Your girl already does
{'I'm gonna'} {'I'm gonna'} {'I'm gonna'} {'I'm gonna fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'} {'Fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'} {'Fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'} {'Fight 'em all'} {'Hold me back'}
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