Lyrics The Demigodz - Demigodz

The Demigodz

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