Demigodz - Science of the Bumrush 2 lyrics

[Demigodz - Science of the Bumrush 2 lyrics]

Yea, uh, uh, what uh yea, uh, what
Demigodz (No doubt)
Science of the Bumrush, volume 2 (Volume 2)
Quarter's in the meter (What'd you think?)
Un-stoppable, in-vincible (Uh, fuck that)
Check (yea) Apathetic and Celph Titled (What, sick on him)
We pimp it out like this

Yo I slip bitches roofies
Snatch Muslim kufis
Still steal from the store and
Sneak into the movies
Playin' old Nintendo on black and white TV's
I got illegal cable and burn all of my CDs
Takin' toilet paper out of bathroom stalls
I'm hangin out over your house to
Make my long distance calls
Borrow kicks and gear and never give em back
Even if I like your song
I'mma still say it's wack
When I'm blowin' off steam I'm


Just plain fuckin' mean
Dissin' little kids to give
Em low self-esteem
Got quarters in the meter when I
Hit you better stay down you're gay now
And couldn't bus' if your name was Greyhound

Yo, I'm known for pullin' heists
Pawn shops to hold my ice
Shiny Glocks leave you shook like
That bitch in Poltergeist
I'm makin' rap loot from
Rhymin' and makin' hit's
While you be beggin' niggas on websites
Just to check your shit
In fact the same fist that I hit you up with
Was found inside your bitch's clitoris
After she sucked my dick
The Demigodz ain't give a fuck
If you lovin' it my clique hold heat
Like Wolfgang Puck oven mitts
I stay in New York where my fam keep it gully
And any cypher I'm in the
Other rappers are my understudies
Step outta line and I'll draw
You a chalk outline
I heard you did a joint with
Puff Daddy and got out-shined
You just a gay rapper
Lovin' what them fags do
You ain't had pussy since pussy had you
My whole entourage is known to beat
You in the head to death
Apathy and Celph Titled the
Underground Red and Meth

I got a white wifebeater, head wrap
And white sneakers uptown nikes they white
I'm the great white hype
Demigodz divin' in piles of diamonds
Brilliant, shimmerin', glimmerin', hustlin'
Swindlin', foes we're injurin'
Fuck chokin' a chicken
I'll choke a chicken for
Frontin' on the chocha
Chillin', chattin' with chicks on a Motorola
I keep my game tighter than
Pussy on junior high chicks
The fly shit that I spit
Got bitches ridin' my dick

Yo, it ain't a question
We representin' for derelicts
And lethal terrorists
My whole clique spittin' with arrogance
My rhyme caliber will melt through any teflon
And I got you wearing armor Fubu
With an army suit on listen bucko
I'll fire flame your frame to stucco
And put you in the crevices
Plastered against the window
You can't test this
I'll ice grill you 'til you write
Your last will and testament
And throw your body in the wet cement
I give a groupie bitch much
Love even if you're fat
I'll serve her ass some good
Dick rockin' a chef hat
Niggas know that when I let
The rocket launcher blow
It's apocalypse and I'll be stockin' shit
Like extra Glocks and clips
Celph Titled the true ghetto visionary
That flip necessary messages like
High position secretaries
I make you see more black than
A Million March in molasses
In a solar eclipse wearin
Ray Charles' glasses
You'll never do this shit right
I'll put your Ampex in spandex and even then
Your tracks still won't come out tight

Stock market logic profit
Fattenin' my pockets
I'm relaxin' in the tropics with
Topless goddesses jockin' it
Now this is where it gets tricky
Chicks try to trick me but I never trick
Get head in the whip and then I split
Mack a better bitch
Bust nuts in guts like Beretta spit
Spit better than competitors spit
But this is effortless
Drop gems since the beginnin'
Of time like Genesis
Got Jenna Jameson on the genitals
Fuck a feminist i support porn
And stripper hoes slippin' down poles
Lickin' chicken's titties and tickle em
Where the dick goes i blessed her
Ran up in the dorm to molest her
Fuckin' college bitches
Peace! See you next semester, and I'm out

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