Personal Jesus

A-P-A...T-H-Y A-P-A...T-H-Y Listen up closely, focus your brain Rappers approach me, foes'll get slain Slash and slowly open your veins Over and over and over again Verses are perfect, a virtual genius A person could say I'm their personal Jesus Rise in a battle of fire like phoenixes Crazy, I'll even rock '80's rock remixes So pray to me, every day faithfully Facin' me's basically leavin' you fatally wounded and wasted I'm wicked as mystical voodoo magicians, if you were to listen You're under my spell, lose inhibitions Surrender your writtens, it's futile to spit 'em I'm up in your spot with a beautiful chicken Ap is the truth, it's stupid to diss him Foolish as tryin' to throw fuel on the friction Haters the Lakers that lose to the Pistons Scoop up your riches, scoop up your bitches You're up in my kitchen, you're doin' my dishes For minimum wage, your miniscule brain Is tryin' so hard to configure this rigorous trainin' I'm sprainin' ya ligaments, aimin' to cripple kids, aimin' The barrel, I'll bury you, effortlessly faggots effin' with me Will get blown into fragments and left in debris, did he mention I'm deadly? Leave three bitches widows I'm back from the dead without Beatrix Kiddo It's A-P, say it with me A-P, play it for me Over and over and over again Over and over and over again It's A-P, say it with me A-P, play it for me Over and over and over again Over and over and over again [Scratched] Ap!