Apathy - Martha Moxley (R.I.P.)

Apathy - "Martha Moxley (R.I.P.)"
Produced by Apathy

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From the album "Connecticut Casual" - in stores June 3rd

Video directed by Andrew Camacho @officialcamacho
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Filmed in New London CT

Hook

Live from the shores of the east
Where the rich beast, travel to feast
Old money that pays off police...
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

verse 1

I never sweat competition
I'm accomplishin more...
Like a gun connoisseur
In a communist war
Indestructible...
Ap is as hard as the iron curtain
Find a virgin
I'm insertin shit inside her
Like a surgeon
You're serpent
I can see you slitherin
Like you from slytherin
Light ya body on fire
Piss on you
I hear you sizzlin'
....
Here's one for the sinners
Hold up ya middle fingers
For all the strippers
Gettin' older and bitter
For all single mothers
That cannot afford they babysitter
So they coppin' liquor
And call me to come thru and dick her
Get the picture?
Life isn't always a happy ending
I'm cool with being positive
But not cool with pretending
Cuz way back in the day
When there was still Hartford hockey
Around the time when Michael skakel
Murdered Martha Moxley
My father met my mommy
And the rest was kinda foggy
But he shot me in her womb
And then I grew in to a body
The only son of Rodney
My legacy is Godly
The Demigod posse
The opposites of Ghandi
The east coast rapist, Honkey Kong
Master Mason
Mass invasion
Of the greatest
Rappers that'll bash ya face in...

Hook

Live from the shores of the east
Where the rich beast, travel to feast
Old money that pays off police...
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

verse 2

This is like...
Breathing mustard gas
Or walkin' on crushed up glass
New jacks cut class
And you'll get fucked up fast
I'm so powerful
Words of a wizard
Who cast hexes
Davinci on his death bed
Drawin his last sketches
I'm reckless...
Shot gun blast to the solar plexus
Look unto the east
I'm as deep as Masonic lectures
Y'all are cheap as Lexus
Frontin' with Honda engines
I'm beyond dimensions
Of your common comprehension
And your Comi-Con conventions
I'm Amon Ra's vengeance
I'm Unicron...
Eatin' up planets and shittin' remnants
I use the blood of gods to power
My ship's engines
I'm hidin' under cars and slicin' Achilles tendons
You can feel the tension...
Terrible, horrifying
Swing a sword of iron
Mortals are cryin
"Oh lord I'm dyin!"
Tried courterizing wounds
But the coroners arrivin'
And the wars that I'm survivin'
Got natives immortalizin'
Every verse that I'm designin'
Like Egyptians did Orion
Like Neptune with a triton but...
I ain't even tryin'....
I ain't even lyin'
I'm relaxin' on a giant
Voltron lion
And flyin through space
When Ap is rhyming'

Hook

Live from the shores of the east
Where the rich beast, travel to feast
Old money that pays off police...
Martha Moxley, rest in peace