Marry. Breed. Die. - Apoc

Don’t stop!

Marry.

Breed.

Die.

Hope!

Shop!

Marry.

Breed.

Die.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to eligible bachelor number one.

He’s a rapper from Chicago Illinois with no known income.

Here’s Apoc!

Corn chips on the couch, roaches in the ashtray

Empty beer bottles, caught me on a bad day

Turn the TV back on, pop another Reese’s

What’s more American than type II diabetes?

TV’s got a message: watch more TV

The internet’s impressive, you can shop more easy

You can cop porn freely, check your stock port’s ceiling

They’ll tell ya it’s the only way, we got born greedy

You can drop your CD, embrace the marketplace

Assimilate to disseminate perspectives of the artist race

Start your days at noon, swear you’ll never settle

Drunk before the sun sets, what a fuckin' rebel!

Got a message in your transcripts, a medium to transmit

That benefits from rhetoric from anarchist pamphlets

Antics are abhorrent to a portion of the populace

But nothing less could you expect when you don’t do the obvious

Chorus:

After the war, bury me in the sky

With a three word t-shirt reads: Marry.

Breed.

Die.

Got every mother in the world starin' me in the eye

But if I wasn’t single than I’d rarely be high

In the end, I guess I ain’t very free but I try

I’m a liar and a cheat, but a fairly sweet guy

And the whole damn planet’s darin' me to ask why

With my hat turned back reads: Marry.

Breed.

Die.

Don’t stop!

Marry.

Breed.

Die.

Hope!

Shop!

Marry.

Breed.

Die.

Yo, so I was sittin' there the other day, readin' my People magazine, y’know,

eatin' my McDonalds, drinkin' a Pepsi-Cola, when suddenly it occurred to me

what freedom really means in a consumer society, so I stood up, I turned off

the Mtv, I put my Nikes on and I drove my Hummer to the mall…

There’s duty and there’s routine, history and heritage

Inherited a few genes and cultural imperatives

An arrogant and moot dream and vultures we can share it with

A narrative with skewed scenes resulting in embarrassment

We perish in the twilight of someone else’s vision

I’m tossin' back a High Life ‘n livin' with decisions

Copin' with the wild nights ‘n infinite derisions

An admission of sedition towards tradition-driven wisdom

Listen to the loose cannon, oops!

Got em bruised

‘N he moves like a new man, improved

Ain’t it too bad that you want a dude that’ll do what The View

Say to do, but it’s you that’ll rue who ya woo

When it’s through, and the chicks come to roost

‘N the shit hits the roof cuz you’re hitched ‘n you’re missin' your youth

So you can play the spring bride, I’ll play the groom

From the womb to the tomb this is boredom in full bloom

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Well, there ya have it folks!

Straight from the horse’s mouth!

Mr.

Aypeeyoh Caesar!

Don’t forget ladies, he’s single!