[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!"