Fresh, Fly Fellas

[Verse One: Apathy] Yo it's kinetic It's best Leaving your skeleton crushed I bug out like crack heads Through an adrenalin rush Plus I'm holdin' more blocks down than gravity's grip You see a chick in your whip Ballin' Apathy's dick My salary's thick Pullin' more chips from the raps on wax Than cats stack in craps or blackjack I'm rich yo Mac thick hoes with sick flows I flip to rich hoes for self Pacino On tour I'm hardcore Catch a little whore Getting banged on the bathroom floor And she said it wasn't her Yeah it was Yo I can't even lie I'm irresistible and every bitch thinks that I'm fly Walk by give your chick a little wink with the eye And make the man feel soft so he doesn't reply There's nothing to think You faggots better tuck in your link When seeing me and sacrifice ice to the nicest MC [Scratch Hook] "We're fresh fly fellas" [Verse Two: Kwest Tha Madd Lad] Now I don't longer inhale dank to activate my think tank I spit bars to bartenders and bars over drinks Fuck skinny mamas I like 'em shaped like Coca-Cola bottles Tryin to holla at Takara from the Next Top Model Hard act to follow when my noggin's full throttle Psychology got MCs tryin' to bottle me to swallow The anomaly that what commonly passes as rhymin' be Don't speak, Crystal, pistols, chips, whips and death and diamonds, see? My verses versus your verses Like dispersing curses from witchdoctor to piss doctor Better get doctors and nurses What is bond, feet first Like a breach birth I'd rather rap, kiss my crack than put platinum on my teeth hurt, word How can I get it through your fitted What you spit's pitiful? I can't That's why I sit and view the bull you mental midgets do I'm signin' off Sometimes on I'm rhymin' timin' off I'm a con for a hip-hop, pop, Bach, and rock Rachmaninov [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Celph Titled] Now I don't know a god damn thing about bricks and grams Since the way I do hits they call me 'Spick and Span' FYI, it's best you learn to sleep with a handgun That's an age-old trade that I'mma instil in my grandson Your crew is soft Lookin' suspect of course Mistake you for the Village People or the Soul Sonic Force Put rainbow-hair faggots to the test like no other Drop 'em from the tenth floor They gon' pass with flyin' colors motherfucker I've got a few screws loose and my Uz' is foolproof No safety triggers like a loose tooth I don't care about Bentleys, Hummers, Diablos I put twenty-four inch rims on a Volvo And pull fat bitches with my clothes all wrinkly All it takes is a wink of the eye And one Twinkie A rapper wanna diss? He just a two-ball bitch Up on Girls Gone Wild suckin' Snoop Dogg's dick [Scratch Hook]