Sureshot Affair

[Hook: x4]

Aiyyo that kid is marvelous

[Verse 1: Apathy]

I'm the alien tongue, you can call me Apathy

Motherfucker's who wanna battle me better have backup batteries

I'm burying Calvary and turn them in to causalities

Then casually spread their dead bodies across the galaxy

You don't wanna get fucked, you better stick with chastity

You got some audacity of even thinkin' of rappin' with me

I automatically tear up the human anatomy

And make you lose phatness like your taking off calories

Philosophy majors couldn't imagine or fathom me

It's heavy like walking on planet's with no gravity

Gradually I'll open up my own academy

Where professors will lecture upon the intellect of Apathy

Now I got groupies grabbin' me, jealous rapper's dreamin' of stabbin' me

Coming to shows and tryin' to blast at me

This bastard be the baddest over a beat

With battery acid in glasses and labeled as incomplete

[Verse 2: Open Mic]

You take back on the rack like a Lex Luger maneuver

You're [?] like Bret Hart and caught the sharpshooter

I'm live like Monday Night in the main event fight

Like I work for Ted Turner, people do what I write

A Million Dollar like Austin Stone Cold

Wrestlin in bed with your woman, put your moms in a sleeper hold

I've been told that I'm the champ of the world

I get more ass than Ric Flair, catch stares from the Nitro Girls

stack like [?], hotter than [?] heat

Like corny gangs, we can have this match in the street

If you knew the deal you would kept it real like Shamrock

Like Shawn Michaels you faggot with your hand on McMahon's cock

Get your ass kicked every week like Vince

And start actin like Sting and never speak

When I cum/come in the ring, like a condom gettin smacked

Knock your ass the fuck out and stamp my logo on your back

[Hook: x4]

Aiyyo that kid is marvelous

[Verse 3: Open Mic]

You wanna battle my crew, you must be smokin' moldy crack

This ain't butt fucking so there'll be no holdin' back

When it's your turn you get burned like whores on Howard Stern

This ain't KRS but it's your turn to learn

I'll have ya stuck in a bad position like hounds screwin'

And when you leave the stage and hear the whole damn crown booin'

While ya playa hatin' when they throw my tape in

Pass the microphone; I'll leave ya bloody like a butcher's apron

Where ya comin' from think that you're nice, I'm tight

You're slower than the second coming of Christ

The Demigodz don't fuck around like (?) prostitutes

And after this hit your gonna know who gots the loot

[Verse 4: Apathy]

I minimize your planets size

My shit is fly like Janet's thigh

I'll throw my pen in the Atlantic and watch the titanic rise

I scan the jungle like a predator with infrared, in my head is mechanic eyes

I fantasize of wives with slanted eyes and a family of samurais

Hold up let me summarize

Apathy is ampin' up the track, turn the beat down

Ya'll are straight bitches like pissin with the seat down

We can get down; we can make the earth go 'round

We can battle your crew and run you out of town

Apathy be crushin' any planet that he stands on

Demigodz are rougher than a sandpaper tampon

[Hook: x4]

Aiyyo that kid is marvelous

Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair

Punks beware, girls stop and stare, the sure shot MC's for the affair