paroles de chanson Stop What Ya Doin' - Apathy feat. Celph Titled
[Feat.
Celph
Titled]
[Chorus:]
Stop
what
ya
doin
cause
I'm
about
to
ruin
The
image
and
the
style
that
you're
used
to
Cause
I'm
about
to
ruin
The
image
and
the
style
that
you're
used
to
[Verse
1:]
I
got
an
appetite
for
destruction,
Ap
is
back
Murder
beats,
get
hoes,
there's
an
app
for
that
Grab
the
battle
axe
jack
[?]
pink
Cadillac
(Sissy)
I'm
a
Garbage
Pail
Kid
doing
the
cabbage
patch
Play
chief,
get
shot
with
a
stray
arrow
You
suckers
imitate
more
rappers
than
Jay
Pharoah
Rocking
gay
apparel,
them
jeans'll
make
you
sterile
I'm
steady
stocking
that
ammo
and
cocking
a
double-barrel
Rock
the
show
hard
as
an
army
of
Viking
warriors
Storming
your
little
village
then
pillage
till
we
victorious
Stories
of
us
painted
on
the
walls
of
caves
An
image
of
your
bitch
sucking
on
my
balls
for
days
I'm
like
Genghis
Khan
on
the
back
of
a
horse
Or
Billy
Joel
with
a
bottle
of
Jack
on
the
dash
of
the
Porsche
Blast
with
a
force
of
Soviet
rockets
in
cold
wars
You
on
tour
bagging
whores
with
cold
sores
[?]
wisdom
fuck
bitches
to
the
rhythm
I'm
hard
as
nuclear
fission,
a
student
of
pugilism
Which
means
Ap
will
rock
your
motherfucking
head
off
I'm
logical
as
Spock,
drink
vodka
like
Chekov
[Chorus:]
Stop
what
ya
doin
cause
I'm
about
to
ruin
The
image
and
the
style
that
you're
used
to
Cause
I'm
about
to
ruin
The
image
and
the
style
that
you're
used
to
[Verse
2:]
Pirate
mentality,
teeth
holding
the
knife
in
place
Meet
me
on
a
rap
tour
and
a
raptor
might
bite
your
face
And
what
will
happen
is
you'll
get
shipped
down
in
packages
Thank
God
I
keep
the
meat
tenderizer
in
my
cabinet
But
truthfully
my
vision
varies
I
got
from
a
visionary
to
a
vicious
leader
of
killer
militaries
Using
old
machine
guns
(why
I
need
better
gats?)
These'll
still
burn
holes
in
motherfuckers
like
a
treasure
map
Think
that
Celph's
soft
then
I'm
a
just
stare
at
y'all
Cause
I'm
Cyclops
and
yes
the
sunglasses
are
off
So
get
a
bulletproof
armour
suit
and
chin
guard
Army
surplus
galore,
I'm
going
more
than
[?]
My
prestige
is
presidential
I'm
prevalent
when
you
pressing
the
pressure
preppy
I'm
prepping
my
pistol
I
cast
the
pyramid
hex
that
leave
you
dickheads
covered
in
blood
like
period
sex
[Chorus:]
Stop
what
ya
doin
cause
I'm
about
to
ruin
The
image
and
the
style
that
you're
used
to
Cause
I'm
about
to
ruin
The
image
and
the
style
that
you're
used
to
[Verse
3:]
I
break
through
all
barriers,
trust
Ap'll
bury
you
Nowadays
rappers
sound
like
cartoon
characters
(Hilarious)
Raps
I
write
cover
an
area
with
paragraphs
are
larger
than
aircraft
carriers
Swearing
yeah
my
middle
finger
express
my
hand
gesture
Fuck
you
a
she-man
dresser
that
dress
like
Fran
Drescher
Cro-Magnon
with
a
crowbar,
might
eat
you
Pro
with
a
Magnum,
keep
you
in
check
like
Nike
sneakers
I'm
white
as
wife
beaters
on
white
trash
on
cop
shows
Selling
stolen
Picassos
in
front
of
Costcos
This
is
the
Demigodz
gospel,
I'm
holy
and
hostile
Acidic
apocalyptic
apostles
Pop
those
snot-nosed
thugs
who
act
They'll
order
gun
and
they
afraid
to
pop
the
bubble
wrap
My
gun
powder's
dusting
them
My
duns
and
them
is
troublesome
My
Glock
alone
is
like
a
foster
home
cause
I
be
sonning
them
[Outro:]
Stop
what
ya
doin
cause
I'm
about
to
ruin
The
image
and
the
style
that
you're
used
to
1 East Coast Rapist
2 1.52 A.M.
3 Fear Itself
4 Albino Gorillas
5 Holy Ghost
6 The Recipe
7 Army of the Godz
8 It's Only Hip Hop
9 Stop What Ya Doin'
10 Death to the Vultures
11 Honkey Kong (Instrumental)
12 Holy Ghost (instrumental)
13 Check to Check (instrumental)
14 The Recipe (instrumental)
15 Fear Itself (instrumental)
16 It's Only Hip-Hop (instrumental)
17 I Dedicate This to You (instrumental)
18 All I Think About (Instrumental)
19 Never Say Never (Instrumental)
20 Albino Gorillas (instrumental)
21 Army of the Godz (instrumental)
22 1:52 AM (instrumental)
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