ATC Apollo & ATC Erebus - BERSERK!

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Apollo, right

Yuh
Head on a swivel I'm turnt
Fuck around with me pussy bitch get murked, ay
Get murked, ay
Spilled blood on his shirt
Put his face on a poster
Now his momma's heart hurt, ay
Fuck with me and pussy boy get murked (get murked)
Party foul, spilled blood on his shirt, ay
Put his face on a, on a
Put his face on a poster now his momma heart hurt
Smoke him and his homies
Stingers got my fingers burnt
I see red in reticles it makes me go berserk
Konvict jeans doing dirty work
Old money got stains
Cause it came from the dirt
Motherland fuck the earth cause I'm a sick motherfucker
Pop a Tesla, in a Tesla
Might go grab another
White bitch, ain't it fun, my dick all in her throat
She gone choke
I don't rap, I just bah
Cause I know that I'm the goat
They say cheese I say nah
A rat don't got my vote
He gone hang if he spoke (brrrr)
Add a spoke to the slab
For every Op that I toked
Ain't Devito we ain't telling jokes (ha)
Custom Alpina bespoke
Exotic grain blood red oak

Sub-zero in my veins
Cause I'm dripping all this ice
Catch them plotting what they scheming
I'll go send them to the light
Soap dropping on the floor
Now they crying about they crime
Looking about that time when suicide seems sublime
I'm pushing P and throwing TNT
You know it's on-site (yessir)
I'm looking good you looking ugly
In this western gunfight
Making enemies, in Tel Aviv
Turn that club to ignite
She asked me for no rubber
I can't lace her with my copyright (nah)
I bent her over in my Bentley
Smelling Fenty in her thighs
Got that holy wet-wet
Turned my sins baptized
Tummy's upset, so I realigned her insides
No surprises for my birthday
Cause I'm strapped to survive and I'll
Smoke him and his homies stinger's got my fingers burnt
Off the purple haze
Going Hendrix off the percs (what)
Flipping bricks and selling sticks
Turn that hobby to a biz'
Now we smoke them like a stizz'
And leave them bodies in a ditch

Cause heads on a swivel like a turret (yessir)
Fuck around with us bitch boy get murked (get murked)
Hand full of matches, why the house burnt (what)
I see red in flames and it makes me go
Berserk, Berserk, Berserk

Written by:
Mateo Ortiz, Riley Melgoza

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