Apathy is one of the best lyricists of all time, not best rapper but best lyricists.

[Verse 1]

Ayo I'm countin’ all this money I’m stackin’ up the hundreds

I'm brushing off my shoulders 'cuz the cash is in abundance

I'm badder than you buzzards who battle but you buggin

I'll splatter you for frontin' leave you shackled in my dungeon

I'm Shaq when I be dunkin leave you shattered like a pumpkin

On a porch on Halloween when all the teens are halfway drunk

And I'm laughing while I'm fuckin and my shaft is steady pumpin'

In ya bitch while you be watching like a chaperone or something

In acetone I'm dunkin' the axe I used to bludgeon

You rappers who be bluffin puffin crack rock or something

I'll snatch the fuckin sun right out the atmosphere

And summon several savage winged horses with the force of cattle runnin

I'm stampeding ya function, I'm kidnappin' the mic

In the pitch black of night to kick raps I like

Got chips stacked to heights of cliffs campers hike

The clique’s cancer-like quickly cancel ya life

I'm kinda cannibal like the rhyming animal type

I'm toxic when I’m rockin’ so close the canister tight

I kill so stand still like a mannequin might

I'm manic and might panic so pan the camera right

To a crowd of fans ignited the night ambulance lights

Give disbelievers a seizure, then they vanish from sight

Flip words like Vanna White in a white van to invite

Like I got a missing puppy and lots of candy for tykes

I’m the one

[Verse 2]

It’s a fact that Ap is iller the prophylactic filler

Put it on ya girls face like a Snapchat filter

Got fat stacks of skrilla from ASCAP I'm realer

You're a loser producer that stay swagger jackin' dilla

No extract of vanilla I'm exact with the skill of a

Ex-pat from Manila turned to contract killer

Drill a hole thru ya skull and end your trifle existence

Keep gold on my body like the life of Egyptians

Known to murder anybody for the slightest resistance

And they call me the king 'cuz I write with consistence

Y'all are handicapped rappers needing cipher assistance

Got snipers at a distance with rifles and munitions

I'm nicer with the writtens than psychics with predictions

Biters get addictions want the price of my prescriptions

I always stay driven even in icy conditions

Turn wifeys to chickens have her siphoning my liquids

The mighty whitey wicked Nike kicks in every color

Emcee crusher M.C. Escher

Hands sketching each other the way I scribbled in the pad

When I was living with my Dad when I first went outta state

But I was liftin up the flag for Connecticut

CT King never forget it when I say I speak curses

It’s nothing you can edit

I’m Imhotep with Black Magick on the tongue

Automatics in the mattress, I’m as bad as they come

I’m the one