Apollo 3-1-5

I＇ll kill it, I don＇t give a f**k (Travis talking)

Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs

And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep＇s etiquette

For sloppy-fabled manners get ya napkins, Matty Duke kick the beat and I＇m rappin

Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dog

That＇s a top-notch tie ya got, tie it in a knot

Till ya eyeballs pop out, so you can actually see what an actual MC looks like

And if I had to pick and choose, I＇d be the indecisive D**K in the votin booth, laughin at my options like

Stop the presser on the media, Schlep rock is leavin ya

Walk with prosthetic concoctions, I thought I told you

You just a toadstool while Mario with firepower stickin D**K to the princess, it＇s just senseless like that David and Goliath drama

Might as the slingin stone, you＇re basically defenseless

Anyway you wanted Schlep rocks, cocks obnoxious, it feels like a midget is chillin in my boxers

I＇m Sorry (Travis talking)