Stream: https://vyd.co/apostle
prod. Michael Link
Lyrics:

Rolling rolling rolling 
Got my stick tucked up what - are you gonna do if I come through and touch ya
Is you gonna roost and call the Jakes like a punk?
Or is you down to shoot it out with me and kick dust up

See since a little young I have been bout my buck
Keep two clutched up front
Fuck him up
If he duck, uppercut
Cut a punch split his lip, leave him layed
Let bro taste curb
Shovel dirt in his grave
I get em done up, that's why I get payed
Traverse the earth spitting verses of pain
For what its worth I would hurt em again 
Yuh, y'all go ahead and get buttered up
Imma keep moving, know what is what
Get hit from the back like a sucker punch
And when its too late y'all be bloodied up
What the fuck you think I keep it tucked for 
Pistol packin, end up in a blunt rolled
Block is hotter then a fucking charcoal
Head is harder than you playing Dark Souls
Who could stop the kid like only God knows
Im an apostle, spreading the world through my tonsild
These fuckers bad yeah they awful
Im here to off em 
Holding the weight in my palm
Drop and erase like a bomb
Ring the alarm, ill let em know its a problem 
Split em pack em then hes gone
I want em harmed, dead like he was in th e gospel
Im a profit this a psalm 
And its assault 
Lock me up imma keep knocking
Im a profit this a psalm and its assualt
Lock me up imma keep knocking
Noggin splitting
Give em a smack cause they all my children
Keep screaming only God can here it 
This a deep end only I can swim in 
And as of recent only I been hitting 
Im the villain winning 
Mad as fuck that I ain't got no ceiling 
Wishing that I wasn't fucking big as I am but I'm out here

Rolling rolling rolling 
Got my stick tucked up what - are you gonna do if I come through and touch ya
Is you gonna roost and call the Jakes like a punk?
Or is you down to shoot it out with me and kick dust up


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We can talk about it or just get a little crunk
Bet she really like to twerk to caricoca funk
You so silly make em dizzy like Sicilian drunks
She likes fifty cent, I feel like a million bucks
Wait, what why?

Where and how and who again, reptilian
Hooligan, running up her leg like this is Gulliver's
Gullible, floated right up straight into the ceiling yeah yeah
Gave her something that can make her talk to demons
Yeah yeah

Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Let her die slow cuz she kinda beautiful
Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Chop chop (spit sound) that's my ritual

She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you bink you might never even miss her
She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

What's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play to my crescendo
Can you please try to keep up with the tempo
Her body a temple I worship the devil

Who's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play me my crescendo
Can you please keep up with the tempo?
Kept a little bit of her as a memento

We can talk about it or just get a little drunk
Look away for just a second and she end up in a trunk
If the glove don't fit they'll acquit me on the spot
You think someone who would do this is afraid to get caught?
Wait what why?
Tried the call the numbers back all fake
Couple bags fertilizer make em all quake
Whole lobby blown apart left em all saint's
Daddy's in a body bag left em red paint

She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you blink you might never even miss her
She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

Up all night I feel like Tyler Durden
Preaching to the mirror giving sermons
I am Jack's last sip of bourbon
The personality of half a person
Bitch
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden bitch

Nodding out in traffic on my way to catch a felony
I don't vibe with no one but I'm heavy with the chemistry
Nothing but an entity steady collecting enemies
I'm magic with the shots like the guy who dropped Kennedy

Bitch I feel like Captain Ahab
Chasing white so the demons in me stay bad

You been a fan I been a fiend
Might just take the whole production when I come 'n seize the means
Nothing what it seems
Parasitic energy
I could take your legacy
Move without integrity dismantling identities
And when I get to hell I hope they see me a celebrity
Cuz all my friends are there and I don't mean that hypothetically
So go head and kill yourself and get a step ahead of me
Cuz you don't wanna live inside a world where I'm your enemy

Bitch I feel like Patrick Bateman
Fake a smile while I'm steady staying hating

I'm not the type to be impatient
I'm the type to sit and wait until the mark go on vacation
Left em feeling shaken
Every word I say is dripping with manipulation
String the sentences along until you feel the motivation, bitch

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people
They don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when
Just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face
I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face

Crash Out

Go ahead and make your move
Counted all the exits in the room
Something might happen real soon
Shit is doomed
You should really try and keep your cool
So confused, always had to go and act a fool for the jewels
I don't run the city block I don't make the rules
I just burn whatever that they give me for the fuel
Fucking with me? I am not ashamed of acting cruel

Cuz when the blows really fall
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the curtain comes to call
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the bodies come to brawl
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the sirens start to call
Every man for himself and God against all

Watch me scream into a microphone blow ya dome
I come with a Hazard zone, walking where savages roam
Living in the cyber zone, running the cypher alone
Designer drugs silence the soul
Violence is all that I know
Feel it inside of my bones
I am the blight of my own mind
If I died on my own, know that I'm ten on my toes
Better than being a drone, something I'll never know
Cuz I am testament to the rest of them
Never get caught lacking on your throne

Cuz when the blows really fall
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the curtain comes to call
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the bodies come to brawl
Every man for himself and God against all
And when the sirens start to call
Every man for himself and God against all

Every Man for Himself and God Against All

You know I'm up all night can't get no sleep
I'm sick of seeing all these happy people up on my feed
I laugh at car crash videos engage with bait
All In the comments arguing about who won the debate
The algorithm's got me livid with the shit that I'm fed
I see the whole world daily without leaving my bed
I like my memes like I like my politicians, dead
Yeah if the internet is tubes well they're lined with lead

I need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
Need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
For that brainrot
I need that brainrot
I want it, I need it

I get my dopamine from counting all the likes on my page
Vauge-posting shit up on my story, ask me if I'm okay
I need attention you should mention me on something you like
If all the wrong-think makes me famous I don't wanna be right
We call it content even though it's not clear what it contains
As long I don't have to use the working half of my brain
Someone who calls themselves an influencer that's who I trust
But you got seconds left to influence me I'm in a rush

I need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
Need that brain rot
I'm doom scrolling
For that brainrot
I need that brain rot
I want it, I need it

I want it I need it
I want it I need it
I want it I need it
I want it I need it

Brainrot

She sent a text
Do you need help?
I said I know how to think for myself
Suit yourself, I ain't suiting up for free
I'm outside why where else would I be?
Cheap liquor
Cheaper thrills
Throwing up while on top of the world
What kinda script? bitch I'm tryna OD
Why is everybody looking at me?
Slippy fingers, we should shake hands
Now you don't got the time to understand
Lately I've been counting hours by the can
Lost my footing walking woozy with a slant, ugh

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth

Not a freak but I'm known to freak out
And then forget what it was all about
When in doubt, do another line
In a couple seconds I'll be feeling fine
It's not a scam, it's a ripoff, either way I'm richer
Maybe consider tryna move a little quicker
You make me sick if you think you're any better
This is my United States of whatever
Very clever, now sober up and drive, drive
Check my pulse man I think I'm too alive, live
So deprived, that's why I feel so depraved
I forgot how yesterday turned to today?

That really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God, I swear to god that really makes me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
You make me really wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth
God I swear to god, you really make me wanna grind my teeth
Gr-gr-gr-gr-gr-grind my teeth,

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

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