Lyrics:

Feat. Celph Titled

(Intro)
Bang bang
I brought a couple niggas wit me
Some real niggas
Pocket bang bang

(Verse: Apathy)
Bionic demonic evolution pollution of the soul gold-plated
Nickel-plated pistol that's located
Sedated, straitjacket, I traffic narcotics
I'm cosmic, cookie-cutter pussy up or cut her I'm robotic
Magical when I'm pouring all these potions in the pot
Fucked up from all those years pops smoked pot, coke, and microdots
My sniper on the roof don't blink from rifle shots
Ninja Gaiden moves when I scale up walls
Throw Chinese stars when I rhyme these bars
Spit-shine these scars, AP stand large
Leave your head covered red like Van Halen guitars
I'm 80's, kinda like Charles In Charge
New Edition and DeBarge and DeLorean cars
We harvest human bodies like alien farms
I'll leave cuts on guts but not caesarian scars

(Verse: Celph Titled)
I stay cap-peeling em, rap villain with a cape and cane
Passenger 57 bringing snakes on a plane
Sit you in the motherfucking exit row seat, blow the door off
Watch you soar, off the Testarossa speed
The metronome to my beat's erratic like jungle music
I put a hole in your dome, don't need a gun to do it
Yeah I'm fucking stupid
The army of the gods is certified, I cosign everyone I'm in a group with
I get it popping in here, yes Redenbacher is here
Robocop, Clarence Boddicker's here
Seems like everybody's scared whenever flying iron disperse
Pints will squirt, now your polo rugby is a Hawaiian shirt
And I insert sharp knives to your chestplate
You will shit without Kaopectate
We don't spectate opening acts cause they probably suck
We slice through your crew, show you how to make a posse cut