[Intro - Unknown Sample]

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my distinct pleasure to present to you, the most hateful man on Planet Earth!

[Verse 1 - Apathy]

I'm dropping out of a plane then I'm popping out of the forest

And then rocking out with a force that'll knock you out of your Jordans

As loud as lions are roaring, I'm touring towns and performing

You rappers are fucking boring, get out of my George Foreman

I'm pouring boric acid on poor and deformed bastards

Pack your body and bag it, or just feed it to the arachnids

You better cut that racket (out?) on rappers I be blacking out

Then blacka-blacka-blaow! Like Iraqis are pulling ratchets out

I bet a rack that my rap will rattle your rack mounts

Barbecue in the booth, turn the studio to a crack house

I'm cracking on these vagabonds 'til the crack o' dawn

Every track that Ap is on, another whacker rapper's gone

Wax it on, wax it off, blast it with the Kalashnikov

Come back like Christ, and blow the lid of the casket off

Whenever Ap's around, mics are never passed around

Police search the woods for rapper's bodies with basset hounds

And find vast amounts buried in massive mounds

Bunch of ass-clowns, face-down on the grass and ground

You wanna know what Ap's about? Bouncing with your ratchet spouse

Back to my house then fuck her mouth on the casting couch

You better pack a lunch with raps that'll pack a punch

I'll send you to the store for a pack of blunts and Captain Crunch

You sucka-ass interns, when will these kids learn?

You wrestle a devil and you surprised when your skin burns?

[Outro - Samples]

"Attack the city to appease the monster that lurks in the darkness and waits for us all! And what better than to sacrifice for the beast?!"

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son... The jaws that bite - the claws that catch!"