Apocalypse (feat. What Is That) Video (MV)

(Nigga what the f*ck is that)

Yo! Whoo! Yea! Alright Yo Yo Yo
Imma spit a bar or two, maybe haha
Deranger

Pick up a pen
Lucifer why am I sinning again
Venomous shit
So you want to know what I represent
Giving a gift again and again
When I'm in a booth for you it's the end
Crucifixing shit
In a pool of bitches
Two toothpicks with wishes
To f*ck you up I'm too sadistic
You're too stupid dimwit (Woah)
Got a coupe and the roof is missing
I play where's waldo with it
Jk it's a Honda with a sunroof in it (Yeah)
You know what I always do shit
Talk about some bitch sucking on my dick while doing backflips
In a massive gymnastic acrobatic fashion
I'll blast ya (Where?)
Off this atlas
Kill your parents
Truly bastardous behavior
From this mastermind on paper
I'm from Oakland like the raiders
Whenever I draw the line men cross it
Rush the sack when I snap on all you f*ckers
I write my shit while blitzens dancing

It's (whoo, yea) the motherf*cking
Apocalypse
I'm coming for all your f*cking necks
You wonder who's going to be next
Slaughter you, your friends and guardians
You don't know what you're up against
It's (whoo, yea) the motherf*cking
Apocalypse (whoo)
I'm coming for all your f*cking necks
You wonder who's going to be next
Slaughter you, your friends and guardians
You don't know what you're up against bitch

I got this bat like I'm nocturnal by Heltah Skeltah
Under my umbrella, Ella Ella wait
You better know you're going hell today
Just like your hair is done I'll twist you up in hella braids
Who do you ask sent me
Bury you in cement Samantha
What?
Who that?
Whoa!
I creep through the back door
Why am I such an asshole
That hoe
Ruin my past so
I'm mad cold
Sad bro
Even though half of y'all probably think that I can't rap dope (nope, wow)
That's so tragic ain't it
But I'm complex like a Picasso painting
While draining out the Merritt lake in
Downtown Oakland
Shit I got it backwards
I spit make sure you bastards
Just bash your heads on the dashboard
Before I gas it
Take a breath
Take a minute
I'd lay a rhyme in sixty seconds so you'll know I meant it
I stay demented
Razor blades to finish
What I started with
It's coming
Like she stroked the head
And I'm about let it
Rip like Beyblades
Or gas you done held in
I'm feeling like Bruce Willis as if he tried to spell sin
S-S-S sinister snake
Mixed with venom is great
Superman is in a grave and he lost his cape
I don't got that shit remorse
I just flex on faggots and let this shit run its course
My parents never divorced
But I know what it's like to split a pair in two
And make a kid cry in his room
When I contested broke the rules

It's (Whoo, yea) the motherf*cking
Apocalypse
I'm coming for all your f*cking necks
You wonder who's going to be next
Slaughter you, your friends and guardians
You don't know what you're up against
It's (whoo, yea) the motherf*cking
Apocalypse
I'm coming for all your f*cking necks
You wonder who's going to be next
Slaughter you, your friends and guardians
You don't know what you're up against bitch

When I get this bread I'll be so ready to spread the butter
Let's ask Kai$er if I'm positive for a motherf*cker
You want war then I'll show up with dual pistols
Make your whole group shit blue blood and then
Drill through em
Spit this thing to make your stomach ache like histamine
I'm f*cking up this bitch regime
Only over petty things
At least it seems
I'll stab a bitch up in her pancreas
Satan or atheist
I don't suggest that you play with it
(Nope whoo)
Spitting shit at ya
Quicker than bullets
A lyrical master
F*cking assassin
I will hijack the
Amtrack and then crash it
Then I will have to
Take your f*cking ass and
Put you on a stretcher
And call you elastic
Get it you bastards
I'm pissed and I'm mad that
You keep tryna start shit with me even though I am past it
Hold up wait a minute
Gotta spit it with a wicked mind of
Sinister agenda
Take a kid and then I'll kill em
With his sister in the middle
Book it like it's
What
I don't know
A sicker than Aids kinda flow
Where was I going though
Oh
Book it like Barnes and noble
That's where that line was going to go
(Hoe Whoa no)
My anger's like a secret that was never told
Internalized till I couldn't hold and exploded
All over the globe
And I'm bound to take how I feel and tote it in your f*cking face
Until you blow up when I'm in the building bitch

It's (Whoo, yea) the motherf*cking
Apocalypse
I'm coming for all your f*cking necks
You wonder who's going to be next
Slaughter you, your friends and guardians
You don't know what you're up against
It's (Whoo, yea) the motherf*ckin
Apocalypse
I'm coming for all your f*cking necks
You wonder who's going to be next
Slaughter you, your friends and guardians
You don't know what you're up against bitch

Armani, tell them what it is
What is that? That's that slap