Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead in the Middle , by - Demigodz. Song from the album Killmatic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.03.2013
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Dead in the Middle |
| Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know |
| That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily |
| Dead in the middle, I’m as hot as a griddle |
| Went harder than gristle, a martyr on the top of a missile |
| You want it? |
| I got it to give it pop a clip in |
| Then follow your fucking mama grocery shopping |
| And shot up her Honda Civic |
| The Demigodz, In’ifada; |
| Bin Laden with Dodger fitteds |
| I let the money talk, I don’t holler at bitches |
| My competition is missing, maybe it doesn’t exist |
| Like global warming I’m warning these motherfuckers so listen |
| I’ll bring a storm to your city, so abnormally shitty |
| You’ll be doing rain dances in the streets like Diddy |
| You ready to get retarded, lawless, raw bar |
| Hopping in a bar, forget where you parked, you know the R is |
| Dead in the middle while we sipping a forty |
| Riddle your whip with so many shots you thought we were Soviets, homie |
| No, no, no, no, it’s the Godz so get it right |
| No need to look around, you know right where to find me, aight? |
| Dead in the middle… |
| Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know |
| That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily |
| It’s the end of the world as we know it, so pop the cork |
| I got a jansport filled with explosives |
| Leave your corpse crispy down in Corpus Christi |
| My instruments hollow out pianos and leave every organ empty |
| I got greasy with a groupie and I smacked her britches |
| The bitch worship my nuts, I guess she sacrilegious |
| And that’s what happens when your rap is vicious |
| Sadomasochistic, snapping pictures of captured victims |
| In my dungeon won’t feed you |
| Leave you 'till you’re just a carcass |
| Turn a major label rapper back to a starving artist |
| Who’s the hardest motherfucker? |
| Yes I am |
| My porcupine grenade’ll hit you wherever the spikes land |
| I am my own hype man |
| So whoever standing next to me has got to be the got damn boogieman |
| I make the cookie blam, the biscuit go off |
| The ratchet have a seizure, make it sneeze and blow your nose off |
| Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know |
| That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily |
| Fuck with me and the outcome could be disturbing |
| Submerging scalpels in your flesh like a surgeon |
| Emerging after all the rest get burned in the furnace |
| Verses will arise like a Phoenix, I’m Jesus, look into my eyes |
| I’m the savior mixed with Satan, no surprise |
| I’m American with mental terrorisms televised |
| I’m the angel, the Antichrist all in one |
| I’m a priest, I’m a thug, I’m a nun with a gun |
| I’m the pope, the Colombian who imports dope |
| Police who pump coke that they stole from the broke |
| I’m the seventeen year old rocking fake dookie ropes |
| I’m the one who think the 9/11 shit was a hoax |
| Got a Glock, rottweiler, and a pocket full of cash |
| If the world goes crazy when the stock market crash |
| I’m dead in the middle of a Ritalin binge |
| Dead in the middle of a bed with identical twins |
| Yes, I’m dead in the middle |
| Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know |
| That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily |