Apollo 6. Intro. by Eum Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh, Bushido code, you know
W.C
[Verse 1]
When I pop a pill like I'm in Ibiza, woo
I'll stay stunting on your circle like Knievel, fool
Making all these heads small like they’re Beetlejuice
By exposing all you pussies like I'm leaking nudes
Now I roam in rising like I'm Caesar, dude
Clocked the game many times, like on PS2
With captured memories like a leaver's book
Existence was pain like Mr. Meeseeks, you
Can really see the beauty like a scenic view
Cross me, but I'll be back like Jesus
New, in-flames and alive like a phoenix, through
Gassing yous, you'll Nazi me, feeble fool
And frankly my dire E's still here too
So I'll take this shit like I'm stealing poo
Leave eyes wide open like they're peaking soon
So I'm breaking stares like in Leazers, true
[Chorus]
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
[Verse 2]
My rage for you pussies, I got fond amounts to vent though
Aggro plans to teach a bitch like Ronda Rousey's mentor
A champ boxer’s red rocket: “Apollo 6”, when I blast off
Explosion's out-this-world, if she dies, she dies from fat cock
An underdog balboa in dread
But I'm running up step-by-step, so I'm over the stares
So when I kill, I rush in, I'll then handle a Tommy
Despite that I'm over the line, these punches are Rocky
Sniffing lines so I rip my T like Hogan for a club (ah)
Then I still stand after ten rounds like McGregor
Chris Browning bitches, undertake a streak like Mayweather
We kill in a dark night like Bruce Wayne's a dead man
It's lines with crack from a snidey-white burning bridges
Truth's the only bitter pill you should swallow, innit
I pulled the blade out my back to slit your throat
With the blood, I'll paint a picture for the scene; here we go
[Chorus]
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
[Outro]
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a-ding-you
The return of Wesley Cosmos, fool
Oh, Bushido code, you know
W.C
[Verse 1]
When I pop a pill like I'm in Ibiza, woo
I'll stay stunting on your circle like Knievel, fool
Making all these heads small like they’re Beetlejuice
By exposing all you pussies like I'm leaking nudes
Now I roam in rising like I'm Caesar, dude
Clocked the game many times, like on PS2
With captured memories like a leaver's book
Existence was pain like Mr. Meeseeks, you
Can really see the beauty like a scenic view
Cross me, but I'll be back like Jesus
New, in-flames and alive like a phoenix, through
Gassing yous, you'll Nazi me, feeble fool
And frankly my dire E's still here too
So I'll take this shit like I'm stealing poo
Leave eyes wide open like they're peaking soon
So I'm breaking stares like in Leazers, true
[Chorus]
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
[Verse 2]
My rage for you pussies, I got fond amounts to vent though
Aggro plans to teach a bitch like Ronda Rousey's mentor
A champ boxer’s red rocket: “Apollo 6”, when I blast off
Explosion's out-this-world, if she dies, she dies from fat cock
An underdog balboa in dread
But I'm running up step-by-step, so I'm over the stares
So when I kill, I rush in, I'll then handle a Tommy
Despite that I'm over the line, these punches are Rocky
Sniffing lines so I rip my T like Hogan for a club (ah)
Then I still stand after ten rounds like McGregor
Chris Browning bitches, undertake a streak like Mayweather
We kill in a dark night like Bruce Wayne's a dead man
It's lines with crack from a snidey-white burning bridges
Truth's the only bitter pill you should swallow, innit
I pulled the blade out my back to slit your throat
With the blood, I'll paint a picture for the scene; here we go
[Chorus]
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
Got a goat's head, in the back of a trunk
Who could fuck with me? Huh, actually none
You just do you, but if I do me
With all disrespect, I'd kill you, G
[Outro]
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a-ding-ding
Ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a-ding-you
The return of Wesley Cosmos, fool