| I got my boombox on
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| Demigodz on
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| This shit goes on and on and on
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| It goes one for the money, two for the paper
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| Three for the doe, four for some more later
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| A shark in the water, I’m hard as Darth Vader
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| Lift you off your feet with a thought and slice you with a laser
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| I lay around lazy, I’m slightly crazy
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| Fuck my life up and just let my wifey save me
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| Cause I blow more money then a movie budget
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| My mom hates how I rap but the groupies love it
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| Uzi does it
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| Ap’s whole crew be blunted
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| Fist up your girl’s booty like a human Muppet
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| And I’m down to Fraggel Rock with my cock in Miss Piggy
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| Sippin' sizzurp with Bert, tryin' to spell Mississippi
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| Got a little thick chick, not as massive as Missy
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| But she look like Rihanna when I’m drunk and pissy
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| Pump ya fist, I fuck if ya cunt ain’t fishy
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| But I got a Magnum up, raw humps are risky
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| That’s supposed to be your wife? |
| Pssst
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| She don’t act like married
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| Got her in the palm of my hand like a Blackberry
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| Ap’s very macked out, tricky as Dracula
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| You get your shit snatched like 50 in Africa
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| Abracadbra, disappear in an Accura
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| I send a van full of Demigod fans after ya
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| I ain’t just a punk, I’m tryin' to wild in the song
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| I’m 'bout to spray up Warner Brothers for Styles of Beyond
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| Fuckin' with the boom-boom-click
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| Get Busy Committee, yes that’s my shit
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| You’ll feel the bark and the bite like DMX’s mics
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| I’ve been nice since skateboards and BMX bikes
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| Now, I’m tatted up, bad as fuck, deeper than an aqueduct
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| Shit is over, wrap it up, drink beer, slap a slut
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| Lie, steal and cheat, pump rocks to crack heads
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| Y’all is stupid listenin' to what a rapper says
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| Boombox on
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| Demigodz on
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| This shit goes on and on and on
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| Yeah, I’m ghost riding the Ghostbusters' Ecto hearse
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| You a god damn faggot in a retro shirt
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| My knuckles? |
| Well?
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| I bet those hurt
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| Plus Ap and Celph got the best flows on Earth
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| So show and prove it
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| But you scared, only talk to me behind a fence like the neighbor from Home
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| Improvement
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| And I’m Title «The Tool Man» Taylor with two blammers that’s fatal
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| And yeah, I get quite the facial stare
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| Put your face on the stairs with your neck on the bottom floor
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| Walk you through hell without goggles on
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| And when the Godz and the Pharaohs form a hockey team
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| It’ll make your posse seem the size of a coffee bean
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| When we roll deep, I’m in the coach’s chair
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| Not sayin' I’m the leader, I’m just sittin' in the coach’s chair
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| Am I ferocious? |
| Yeah
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| To put it in perspective, it’s like you’re a gopher compared to a polar bear
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| I’m ice cold with the sharpest incisors
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| Murder She Wrote like Chaka Demus & Pliers
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| (Or that old bitch on the typewriter)
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| Cause either way, a female gon' witness how I eliminate
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| And fall in love with me like Guru be lovin' Lemonade
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| If I was on elimiDATE, I’d eliminate the date
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| Crack her head with Ike Turner commemorative dinner plates!
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| Illustrate hate, hop on the interstate and forget I’m awake
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| Boombox on
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| Demigodz on
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| This shit goes on and on and on |