Apoc - Marry. Breed. Die. Lyrics
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 ashtrayEmpty beer bottles, caught me on a bad dayTurn the TV back on, pop another Reese’sWhat’s more American than type II diabetes?TV’s got a message: watch more TVThe internet’s impressive, you can shop more easyYou can cop porn freely, check your stock port’s ceilingThey’ll tell ya it’s the only way, we got born greedyYou can drop your CD, embrace the marketplaceAssimilate to disseminate perspectives of the artist raceStart your days at noon, swear you’ll never settleDrunk before the sun sets, what a *****in’ rebel!Got a message in your transcripts, a medium to transmitThat benefits from rhetoric from anarchist pamphletsAntics are abhorrent to a portion of the populaceBut nothing less could you expect when you don’t do the obviousChorus:After the war, bury me in the skyWith a three word t-shirt reads: Marry. Breed. Die.Got every mother in the world starin’ me in the eyeBut if I wasn’t single than I’d rarely be highIn the end, I guess I ain’t very free but I tryI’m a liar and a cheat, but a fairly sweet guyAnd the whole damn planet’s darin’ me to ask whyWith 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 heritageInherited a few genes and cultural imperativesAn arrogant and moot dream and vultures we can share it withA narrative with skewed scenes resulting in embarrassmentWe perish in the twilight of someone else’s visionI’m tossin’ back a High Life ‘n livin’ with decisionsCopin’ with the wild nights ‘n infinite derisionsAn admission of sedition towards tradition-driven wisdomListen to the loose cannon, oops! Got em bruised‘N he moves like a new man, improvedAin’t it too bad that you want a dude that’ll do what The ViewSay to do, but it’s you that’ll rue who ya wooWhen it’s through, and the chicks come to roost‘N the shit hits the roof cuz you’re hitched ‘n you’re missin’ your youthSo you can play the spring bride, I’ll play the groomFrom the womb to the tomb this is boredom in full bloomChorusWell, there ya have it folks! Straight from the horse’s mouth! Mr. Aypeeyoh Caesar! Don’t forget ladies, he’s single!
