Apollo 3-1-5 Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck (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 dick 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 dick 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)