Apathy Ft. Emilio Lopez - It Takes A Seven Nation Army To Hold Us Back | Текст песни

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• Apathy Ft. Emilio Lopez
• It Takes A Seven Nation Army To Hold Us Back

[Apathy]
Yeah... Apathy ..... listen
I can't believe you muthafuckers didnt think of this before...
Make bitches spaz, like The Plasmatics....
Watch this....

Better get the best shit you wrote that makes them go wild
Shit a bitch'll put up in a AOL profile
Download it, burn it, and ship it to Kansas
To a cousin that'll pump it on a college campus
Play it at dances and translate it to Spanish
So foreign exchange motherfuckers'll understand this
Shit that'll make a chick send you her panties
And fight with her family like, "You don't understand me!"
Raps that'll change the existance of Earth
From infant to birth if mom heard the verse
Like, "What?!"
Didn't understand it at first
So she reversed and played it 'til it made her brain burst
That's how it works, gotta love it 'til it hurts
Love it 'til I easily ease off skirts
Ease on your knees and I skeet on your shirt
Freeze on the floor now back to work

Go (back and forth)
From here to the floor
'Til your bodies spasm and your feet are sore
Go (back and forth)
From here to the store
Use a box of Magnums now you need some more
Go (back and forth)
On top, make her rock, make her pop
Make it roll, make her stop before you blow it then
Go (back and forth)
From here to the bar
From near or far
When you hear it in your car go...

What's up Beatrice
I see you standin' there with your little Coach bag
Tiffany's bracelet tryin' to look all pretty
That's like $250 total
That's 2 pairs of sneakers for me
Fuck outta here

(I'm gonna fight 'em all) (Hold me back)
(Fight 'em all) (Hold me back)
(Fight 'em all) (Hold me back)
Whatchu gonna do Ap?
(Fight 'em all) (Hold me back)

[Emilio Lopez]
Yeah
Nope... don't calm down yet...
It's not time yet...

Hold me back, fuck that, I'ma fight 'em all
If you can't find 'em later swing by the morgue
Since nobody knows how to rock a mic no more
I'ma start teaching rappers how to write your bars
I ain't tryina tell nobody how to fight your wars
Fuck weapons son, I throw hooks like Jabbar
I don't like any of ya'll, and any involved
Wouldn't give a fuck if my bank had a penny or more
Come through your crib smellin' like the scent of your whore
Give you dap with the same hand that was pettin' your whore
I admit it, I'm a sinner, broke plently of laws
I never got scratched but I broke plenty of jaws
Listen, I'm hungry, I'm amped, I'm ready, I'm suped
Been broke too damn long son, I'm ready for loot
Once I'm on, no new artists will ever recoup
And I'ma spit the flow 'till I own every coop

(Go back and forth)
Weed spot to the coke spot
Bring a feind with you just to make sure the coke's hot
(Back and forth)
If she with you now she mine
Loverboy you shoulda never ever bought the heffer wine
(Back and forth)
Lotta hoes on my dick
do the dough that I get, plus the flows that I spit
(Back and forth)
Weed up get that money man
We about to change the game up, ain't be nothin' funny man

Yeah, Emilio
Ya'll can call me Mr. Lopez
Your girl already does

(I'm gonna fight 'em all) (Hold me back)
(Fight 'em all) (Hold me back)
(Fight 'em all) (Hold me back)
(Fight 'em all) (Hold me back)
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