[Intro: Apathy] It's to the point where I don't even wanna close my eyes anymore I black out and wake up with blood on me and shit Everything feels like a fucking nightmare And I feel paranoid like everybody's fucking with me So, I just attack everything, all the time You hear people say that they hear voices inside of their head, telling them to do shit? I think I am that voice that they hear...
[Hook: Repeat x2] Fear what they don't understand, became a monster (Yeah!) What they do is can't...conquer (Webby!) Monster...I was destined to come (Uhh) Became a monster...Second to none
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] I got more wordplay than a chess set on top of a thesaurus More trees than a forest, I roll it up and torch it Brain is so contorted, that I need to be deported To the nearest insane asylum when I wake up in the mornin' It's the dawn of the dead, call up the feds, better warn 'em Webby's on the motherfucking loose, take caution So, why you startin' me? The fuckin' Lincoln Memorial ain't even as hard as me Or dudes that I brought with me And my temper be quicker than Jimmy Darmody With half a pharmacy flowing through each one of my arteries Me and AP, that Connecticut rap You'll be lucky if you leavin' and your head is attached Murder beats, so I hope your instrumental is strapped Cause if it's not, it'll gets its fuckin' skeleton cracked All that, bitch I go Keenan & Kel on a track So, you can picture me on top and then develop the facts Ha!
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[Verse 2: Apathy] I got raps ricocheted in my brain like a pinball The force from the impact, they pack could spin y’all In circles in the air with the slow-mo pose AP’s known to snatch souls like wizards and crows Fuck bitches and hoes, y’all are midgets and trolls I see visions, like prophecies written in scrolls Your whole shit is exposed, due a bid to my foes So switch roles, flee prison in the visitor’s clothes Escape artist, the rawest, my mixtape’s the hardest I harness the power of hollow-points in a cartridge Cartin' off body parts in a Wal-Mart cart The werewolf after dark, Half-man, half-shark I’m sharp as a box cutter, better start flinchin’ Put spikes through your head until you look like Bart Simpson No concealed weapon, let these mothafuckas know the deal AP stands large, wreckin' cities like Cloverfield A monster
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[Verse 3: Chris Webby] Rippin’ mics, spittin’ nice I’m a monster, came from a vision of Vincent Price I’m just livin' life, grab a knife, start committin' seppuku Clever view, with my language now I’m makin' revenue I was bred to hunt like an Irish Setter do So if you think you’re ahead, then I’mma sever you A lot of the hills in front of me, so I’ma pedal through Until I’m in your TV, like the letter U Alphabetical menace, when I get in a sentence So, if you step you’ll be the next to regret it Punch-line killer, leave you shredded like lettuce Then I’ll dip with your chick and get her wetter than Venice CT’s on lock, try and break this flow 2-0-3’s mine, AP’s got the 8-6-0 Now, Connecticut’s together like never before We got the guillotine ready, leave your head on the floor Bitch !
[Hook: Repeat x2]
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