Stop What Ya Doin’

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stop what ya doin cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style that you're used to