Song parody of
Apache Rocks the Bottom
by Scooter
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Check, one two, ah
Take care to get what you like
Or you will be forced to like what you get, right
I flick the switch
Two thousands volts of lyrical tricks, yeah
Discharge hard like lightning quick
And hear the tick, you got it?
But before you hear the tock, there's a new flex I drop
From my frontal lobe 'til the microphone explodes
Love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate
But I'm still in the mix, come on
Rock bottom, yeah
Rock bottom, come on
I'm gonna blow up big
While you still on the bottom of the charts like a twig, yeah
It's lonely on the top
The champ is here for the lyrics I drop
I pump kinetics, unintential malice
Wanna battle one of us is ending up in God's palace
Back off deadly like black coffee
Long as I got lungs and a knot you can't stop me
Rock bottom, yeah
Join the jams, come on, yeah
Back on the track, nice and loud
I'm ice, the man that kicks in the door
My mouth is gonna gun you down
I've never needed pistols before
You better stick to the floor rock bottom
Rock bottom
Join the jams, right
Check, one two, ah
Take care to get what you like
Or you will be forced to like what you get, right
I flick the switch
Two thousands volts of lyrical tricks, yeah
Discharge hard like lightning quick
And hear the tick, you got it?
But before you hear the tock, there's a new flex I drop
From my frontal lobe 'til the microphone explodes
Love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate
But I'm still in the mix, come on
Rock bottom, yeah
Rock bottom, come on
I'm gonna blow up big
While you still on the bottom of the charts like a twig, yeah
It's lonely on the top
The champ is here for the lyrics I drop
I pump kinetics, unintential malice
Wanna battle one of us is ending up in God's palace
Back off deadly like black coffee
Long as I got lungs and a knot you can't stop me
Rock bottom, yeah
Join the jams, come on, yeah
Back on the track, nice and loud
I'm ice, the man that kicks in the door
My mouth is gonna gun you down
I've never needed pistols before
You better stick to the floor rock bottom
Rock bottom
Join the jams, right
