Lyrics:
apples fallin' from the sky.
D-Ropped and A-Bomb, E-Ricket Blood was shed.
A-C-N-D:
Another Crab Nigga, Dead.
Oh, muthafuckin', well, punk bitches.
apples fallin' from the sky.
D-Ropped and A-Bomb, E-Ricket Blood was shed.
A-C-N-D:
Another Crab Nigga, Dead.
Oh, muthafuckin', well, punk bitches.
[REDRUM 781]
Crabs can't fade this because I made this to be stainless
The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless
The shit
vocal-wise Trav is def
This shit is permanent. You shouldn't even be concerned with it
Unless you rock a crab apple with a worm in it
You freshmen to this
offended
When you say that I'm
Not your type
Choose one
Candy apple or mimosa bar
She only like me
Cause she said I drive fast cars
She never lied
My daily
the apple again
They say love is evil but I'm not Even keen to refrain
Im not gonna rush ya I wish for Us a long love, a kinda love That's prolly longer than
power, Marxist, Feminist
It all got lost for the upper-class Communists
Now when you dance all in white you tune in to God
Crab apple sour, saline
put up half a fight
Blunt burn like apple cider
I unleash my appetite
Eating em up like escargot
I gotta feast with the best Merlot
Beat on the beat for
Don't let a rapper be your role model
Control verses drunken master drink a whole bottle
Crab emojis mad mechanical orgies
Connect four from
and sputtering and choking
On air
I would bread bake and stuff it
Full of crab meat
But it explains that it's gills
Wilt from gravity
They're so much less tasty
stick my pen in ya top
But ya top is yo bottom
And ya bottom is an apple
Don't clam up crab apple
Or battle
Just wanna make ya loose and give you dat
There's a crab apple tree that's been flourishing freely
On the side of the train tracks, down by me
There's a crab apple tree that's been
be rid of her!"
Quick, for the potion, we have to get three dozen crab-apples that fell off a raggedy old tree right in the southwestern corner
be rid of her!"
Quick, for the potion, we have to get three dozen crab-apples that fell off a raggedy old tree right in the southwestern corner
or Dennis the Menace,
It's like food to a fat man, finished.
I bust your head like an apple, (an apple,)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that
feel bad
But I ain't comitting suicide for no crab
But calling her a crab is just a figure of speech
Cause she's an apple, a pear, a plum, and a peach
Yeah
Let it ride
She used to be the apple of my eye
Now just a crab apple
We got outta sync, it turned out to be such a debacle
Words were said
I'm in the penthouse, baby
Handpicked from bad apples and bad eggs
Held back, I had to grab crab legs
And then there were only but a few
"The Rotten Apple" made me like this
I don't give a fuck
I shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up
New York made me this way
I'm all about a buck
My
like ‘yeah
Take these ideas’ maybe there are
Companies outside of Apple
That could work on them and push humanity
Forward maybe the stock brokers
Won’t
In Greenwood, studded with crab and perry
Out of tempest mind tumbled Caliban
So say yeomen of sixteenth century
Bring thee where the crabs grow,
gonorrhea, or HPV
Crabs, or genital warts or herpes
And don't forget AIDS and HIV
If she said all of the above tell her come see me
Oh she got a flat ass, then
capsule
Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple
Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore
Before I met Jane in the corridor
Take my hand,
You'll fly like doves
Sleep aside the steamy crabs
Tremble tremble in the dust
Incandescence, let them flow.
The rivers, rivers
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