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Apoc
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Marry. Breed. Die.
Don't stop! Marry. Breed. Die. Hope! Shop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to eligible bachelor number one. He's a rapper from Chicago Illinois with no known income. Here's Apoc!
Corn chips on the couch, roaches in the ashtray Empty beer bottles, caught me on a bad day Turn the TV back on, pop another Reese's What's more American than type II diabetes? TV's got a message: watch more TV The internet's impressive, you can shop more easy You can cop porn freely, check your stock port's ceiling They'll tell ya it's the only way, we got born greedy You can drop your CD, embrace the marketplace Assimilate to disseminate perspectives of the artist race Start your days at noon, swear you'll never settle Drunk before the sun sets, what a fuckin' rebel! Got a message in your transcripts, a medium to transmit That benefits from rhetoric from anarchist pamphlets Antics are abhorrent to a portion of the populace But nothing less could you expect when you don't do the obvious
Chorus: After the war, bury me in the sky With a three word t-shirt reads: Marry. Breed. Die. Got every mother in the world starin' me in the eye But if I wasn't single than I'd rarely be high In the end, I guess I ain't very free but I try I'm a liar and a cheat, but a fairly sweet guy And the whole damn planet's darin' me to ask why 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 With my hat turned back reads: Marry. Breed. Die.
Don't stop! Marry. Breed. Die. Hope! Shop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Yo, so I was sittin' there the other day, readin' my People magazine, y'know, eatin' my McDonalds, drinkin' a Pepsi-Cola, when suddenly it occurred to me what freedom really means in a consumer society, so I stood up, I turned off the Mtv, I put my Nikes on and I drove my Hummer to the mall…
There's duty and there's routine, history and heritage Inherited a few genes and cultural imperatives An arrogant and moot dream and vultures we can share it with A narrative with skewed scenes resulting in embarrassment We perish in the twilight of someone else's vision I'm tossin' back a High Life 'n livin' with decisions Copin' with the wild nights 'n infinite derisions An admission of sedition towards tradition-driven wisdom Listen to the loose cannon, oops! Got em bruised 'N he moves like a new man, improved Ain't it too bad that you want a dude that'll do what The View Say to do, but it's you that'll rue who ya woo When it's through, and the chicks come to roost 'N the shit hits the roof cuz you're hitched 'n you're missin' your youth So you can play the spring bride, I'll play the groom From the womb to the tomb this is boredom in full bloom
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Well, there ya have it folks! Straight from the horse's mouth! Mr. Aypeeyoh Caesar! Don't forget ladies, he's single!
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