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Ya know what? |
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I'm sick of motherfuckers talkin about my niggaz The Demigodz |
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Y'all just mad cuz we don't walk around with our thumbs |
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in our asses like the rest of y'all jokers... |
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[Apathy] |
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You need a calvary squad to battle these Godz, when Apathy rocks |
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To even the odds, you need cops after me with gats cocked |
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I'm livin proof that we're rulin with ease |
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Coolin with cheese, schoolin all you foolish emcees |
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Whether talkin to a chick or poppin off at the lip |
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I'm always thinkin 'bout you rappers in a coffin and shit |
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Scientists don't try to document how often I spit |
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To estimate the average body count when squashin a click |
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Rappers are gettin wrecked due to lack of respect |
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Cuz y'all couldn't get signed if you was the back of a check |
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It's obvious, you little sucker motherfuckers copy this |
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Like my styles were files, he faked saved to floppy disk |
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(So why did they even try?) I haven't got the foggiest |
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But I turn fags into punchin bags Rocky hits |
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On some Miagi shit, split you with karate kicks |
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Draggin you through the pits of H-E double hockey sticks |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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The Demigodz - will crush your click (crush your click!) |
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The Demigodz - will fuck your bitch (fuck your bitch!) |
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The Demigodz - don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck!) |
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The Demigodz - cuz your shit sucks (it sucks!) |
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[Celph Titled] |
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I am the feature presentation, your rhymes are just a segment |
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A bitch could just look at me, and get herself pregnant |
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I make bustin a gat look good cuz I hold it well |
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In second grade I brought a live grenade to class for show-and-tell |
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It's obvious there ain't no right, go look up "crazy motherfucker" |
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in the dictionary and find a picture of Celph Titled |
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I'm accurate when I terrorize, I am unique |
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Fuck around and be in a wheelchair as a paralyzed amputee |
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(Can't you see?!) I'm like Chuck Norris swingin his nunchucks |
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Bitch-slappin these young sluts, spillin guts outta you dumb fucks |
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Spit flames in battles, leave you cooked in ashes |
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Illiterate son of a bitch you couldn't read a book of matches - faggot! |
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You know my steelo, I be bringin niggaz the best beats |
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Niggaz'll test me, get so shook they diagnosed for epilepsy |
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I spit trife when I rip mics, nigga I been nice |
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Fill you up with bulletholes and play the flute witcha windpipe |
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Slice into two pieces and you still ain't half a man |
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Take cover while I'm throwin rocks at you like cats in Pakistan |
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Slap you with my gat-packin backhand, you have that rap man |
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When my track jam, even the preacher sayin, "God Damn!!" |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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[Apathy] |
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You ain't the man shinin, you need a hand witcha rhymin |
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I'll blow ya fuckin head off like a dandelion |
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I jump in the arena and stand up to the lions |
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Expand like a DNA strand in man science |
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Former old scrolls, to gold on Spanish islands |
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Pirate of the Caribbean brandishing iron |
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Incredible, my rap is like a chemical drug |
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Thugs buzz like metal touchin electrical plugs |
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Even skepticals accept the skill is factual proof |
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Spit my raps through the mic and fracture the glass in the booth |
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And when it's time to spit, fuck that complex shit |
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I'd rather get crunk and fuck a project chick! (beyotch!) |
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[Celph Titled] |
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We blast cats with the artillery cannons |
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Attached to the back of the black van me and Ap' caught damage in |
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Brandishin weapons with anolitical tactical technicians |
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Calculatin coordinates to guide missiles at victims |
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For no apparent reason, we could leave you bleedin |
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in a bathroom stall until the custodian comes and scrubs the walls |
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Niggaz is assed-out like blackbeats winkin |
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I know you ragweeds been speakin, my tribe is like the Last Mohicans |
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[Chorus] - 2X |
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[Apathy + (Celph) singing to the beat] |
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I'll take your girl - and get her in the shower |
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Molest her with a shampoo bottle - for half an hour |
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You know how we do - when Apathy and Celph Titled come through |
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Your wife's a slut - she better watch her stuff |
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(Niggaz jockin my beats - why don't you beat your meat?) |
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[woman talking] |
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Man y'all some bitch-ass fuckin niggaz |
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Runnin around listenin to that fuckin soft-ass rap music |
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We won't never be soft.. y'all should be ashamed of y'all self |
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Soft-ass scallywag mothefuckers.. we 'bout to clown y'all this year |
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[* humming until fade *] |
