A View of Hell (Hell of a View) - Apathy

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned

But I ain’t goin' out, but I ain’t goin' out without a fight

But I ain’t goin' out without a fight

I grab a motherfuckin' whale by the tail fin

Throw it through the sky, hit a jet make it tailspin

Spit straight lava my mouth is a volcano

Crush solid rock in my palm like soft Play-Doh

Travel on tours on the back of a torpedo

Inside of a tornado, you better inform NATO

Gold chains, gold crown, hoes who love to go down

Turn your city block into a ghost town

Real spooky, full of crack addicts with no goals

Well I’m the Grim Reaper pullin' souls through nose holes

Y’all are feminine as phones that are rose gold

Your flows old, already expired and grows mold

I’m so cold I could freeze boilin' water

Boy you oughta deploy a harder track

'Cause I destroy the softer rappers

Swear they trappin' but never ever seen coke

That’s why you catch a contact just walkin' through weed smoke

Fire starter, pyrotechnical technician

You better listen or they’ll find you with your head missin'

Certified Pharaoh, find me at Fahrenheit’s

Hot enough to disinfect the mic from all you parasites

One verse is hot as the Sun’s surface

Hot as a gun burst is, burnin' ya epidermis

In my high school superlatives, said I’m the most murderous

Convertin' this verse into a furnace and start burnin' this

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned

But I ain’t goin' out, but I ain’t goin' out without a fight

But I ain’t goin' out without a fight

Fallin' out the sky hit the ground and the earth shakes

I shouldn’t even be on this planet in the first place

The son of a god, Krypton is my birthplace

I murder in chronological order by birthdays

'Til every sucker rapper’s extinct, I happen to think

Souls of my foes get trapped in my ink

Write flows with the ghosts of the recently deceased

Sound waves I compose are the frequency of the beast

Six hundred and sixty six megahertz a verse

Tour bus is a hearse, and every show’s at a church

I deliver the last rites every time I smash mics

Doctor Frankenstein diggin' with flashlights

To suture and stitch, I’m a computer that spits

I’m from the future and we don’t listen to Future you bitch

Terminator metamorphin' to liquid metal, a wicked devil

Rippin' several rappers to shreds on a different level

The most high exalted, suckers’ll get assaulted

Catapulted off the ground and their body is somersaulted

The sum of all summers, I summon power to alter

My physical form and channel the souls of the greatest authors

I’m Hiawatha, hot as a fire walker

Emergin' from underwater in a fuckin' flyin' saucer

(At night I can’t sleep) I think too deep

So I strike up a match and throw gas on the sheep

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned

But I ain’t goin' out, but I ain’t goin' out without a fight

But I ain’t goin' out, out without a fight

Burned, burned, burned, bein' burned, burn

«Burn you fucker, burn!»