Donât stop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Hope! Shop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Ladies and gentlemen, Iâd like to introduce you to eligible bachelor number one. Heâs a rapper from Chicago Illinois with no known income. Hereâs Apoc!
Corn chips on the couch, roaches in the ashtray
Empty beer bottles, caught me on a bad day
Turn the TV back on, pop another Reeseâs
Whatâs more American than type II diabetes?
TVâs got a message: watch more TV
The internetâs impressive, you can shop more easy
You can cop porn freely, check your stock portâs ceiling
Theyâll tell ya itâs the only way, we got born greedy
You can drop your CD, embrace the marketplace
Assimilate to disseminate perspectives of the artist race
Start your days at noon, swear youâll never settle
Drunk before the sun sets, what a fuckinâ rebel!
Got a message in your transcripts, a medium to transmit
That benefits from rhetoric from anarchist pamphlets
Antics are abhorrent to a portion of the populace
But nothing less could you expect when you donât do the obvious
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After the war, bury me in the sky
With a three word t-shirt reads: Marry. Breed. Die.
Got every mother in the world starinâ me in the eye
But if I wasnât single than Iâd rarely be high
In the end, I guess I ainât very free but I try
Iâm a liar and a cheat, but a fairly sweet guy
And the whole damn planetâs darinâ me to ask why
With my hat turned back reads: Marry. Breed. Die.
Donât stop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Hope! Shop! Marry. Breed. Die.
Yo, so I was sittinâ there the other day, readinâ my People magazine, yâknow, eatinâ my McDonalds, drinkinâ a Pepsi-Cola, when suddenly it occurred to me what freedom really means in a consumer society, so I stood up, I turned off the Mtv, I put my Nikes on and I drove my Hummer to the mallâ¦
Thereâs duty and thereâs routine, history and heritage
Inherited a few genes and cultural imperatives
An arrogant and moot dream and vultures we can share it with
A narrative with skewed scenes resulting in embarrassment
We perish in the twilight of someone elseâs vision
Iâm tossinâ back a High Life ân livinâ with decisions
Copinâ with the wild nights ân infinite derisions
An admission of sedition towards tradition-driven wisdom
Listen to the loose cannon, oops! Got em bruised
âN he moves like a new man, improved
Ainât it too bad that you want a dude thatâll do what The View
Say to do, but itâs you thatâll rue who ya woo
When itâs through, and the chicks come to roost
âN the shit hits the roof cuz youâre hitched ân youâre missinâ your youth
So you can play the spring bride, Iâll play the groom
From the womb to the tomb this is boredom in full bloom
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Well, there ya have it folks! Straight from the horseâs mouth! Mr. Aypeeyoh Caesar! Donât forget ladies, heâs single!