Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a Demigod, artist - Apathy. Album song Wanna Snuggle?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
I'm a Demigod |
A mass murderer, black magic practitioner |
Ap is the rap listener’s crack distributor |
A wizard with wise words |
Magician with fly birds |
I’ll saw a bitch in half, if she’s getting on my nerves |
So observe the dirty, rotten, son of a cesspool |
I piss plutonium and my heart pumps jet fuel |
Too cool for school, shoot it up like Virginia Tech |
Unless police intercept my plots on the Internet |
That last line was fucked up, so homie don’t laugh |
I’m cold blooded, apathetic as a sociopath |
A lot of jealous motherfuckers like, «I hope he don’t last» |
I’m in Japan counting Yen, doing Tokyo math |
My shit’s crack, spit raps, and you swear you got bitch slapped |
Big Mike sell my shit, til it’s platinum on mixed rap |
I’ll push ya whole clique back, with one little click-clack |
If we abduct ya grandmom, is that still kidnap? |
You talk about ya llamas, and ya strapped with the gat cocked |
The only time you ever held a Mac was a laptop |
I stay around weed heads who constantly hit blunts |
And burn it down more than bitches during the Witch Hunts |
Instead of dropping classics and making sure shit pumps |
You drop a bullshit mixtape every 6 months |
The force of my flow’s strong, hard as a photon |
The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on |
And on and on and on, it don’t stop |
Demigodz squad always gon' be at the top |
Shoutout to Open Mic, Steve Cormier, John Childs aka Voodoo, Derrick Marsh, Yeah |
Old school got my Raiders cap |
Nothing you could say to Ap |
Sadomasochistic, it hurts how hot I make the track |
Kneel down and praise the king |
A demon with angel wings |
Tattoo my flesh with ink and scorpion stings |
I’m trying to get it through ya head |
You could fill me up with lead |
I’ll chill in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows I’m dead |
Send out the memo, I been killing it since my demo |
The fact that I’m a Demigod is not coincidental |
Half human, half almighty |
Kicks are all Nike’s |
I’m not the one to fuck with, if you want, pshh alrighty |
Here it goes, melting sub woofers in ya stereos |
A dungeon dragon like Busta Rhymes on Scenario |
Off the top, motherfuckers better call the cops |
I’ll come through like Sasquatch and squash ya blocks |
I block telepathic thoughts when they try to read my mind |
The way I rhyme «rap» just got re-defined |
Whenever I tear the mic |
It’s easy as Eric Wright |
Ya feeding on my paragraphs, you rappers are parasites |
I’m paralyzing crowds, y’all are typing like paralegals |
Rolling like Noah in a boat with a pair of eagles |
Demigodz a pack of pits, y’all are a pair of beagles |
I’ll beat ya bitches beaver up, though the ho’s barely legal |
I rep DGZ down to my last proton |
The rhyme get’s rougher, as the rhyme goes on |
A demigod is a half-human, half-god |
We got that name because back in 1992, Open Mic said this line right here in |
one of his rhymes |
It’s the land of the rhymes, and I’m a Demigod |
Land of the rhymes, and I’m a Demigod |
Land of the rhymes, and I’m a Demigod |
I’m Zeus in the booth, spitting lightening rods |
Motherfucker |
Shoutout to everybody who’s been there since the beginning |
Dwayne Anderson, Louie Montalvo, Spliffmatic, Tony Louscher |
It’s the mayday, DJ E-LO, Tito and Quran, Naptron, Eternia, K-Squared, |
White Harlem, a lot of people I’m forgettin' |
Yeah, Demigodz |
Album is on its way right now |
Demigodz is back |
Yeah, Apathy, Teddy Roxpin |