Apathy - Martha Moxley (R.I.P.) lyrics

Live from the shores of the East
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

Live from the shores of the East
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

I never sweat the competition
I'm accomplishing more
Like a gun connoisseur in a communist war
Indestructible, Ap is as hard
As the iron curtain find a virgin
I'm inserting shit inside her like a surgeon
You're a serpent I can see you
Slithering like you from Slytherin
Light ya body on fire
Piss on you I hear you sizzling
Here's one for the sinners


Hold up ya middle fingers
For all the strippers getting
Older and bitter for all single mothers that
Cannot afford they babysitter
So they copping liquor then call me
To come thru and dick her
Get the picture? Life isn't
Always a happy ending
I'm cool with being positive but
Not cool with pretending
'Cuz way back in the day when
There was still Hartford hockey
Around the time when Michael
Skakel murdered Martha Moxley
My father met my mommy and
The rest was kinda foggy
But he shot me in her womb and
Then I grew in to a body
The only son of Rodney, my legacy is Godly
The Demigodz posse, the opposites of Ghandi
The East Coast Rapist, Honkey Kong
Master Mason
Mass invasion of the greatest rappers
That'll bash ya face in

Live from the shores of the East
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

Live from the shores of the East
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

You are now listening to the
Sounds of Connecticut Casual
Representing, for all of New England
Apathy, Demigodz
You rich motherfuckers better lock up
Your yachts real tight shoutout to?

This is like breathing mustard gas
Or walking on crushed up glass
New jacks cut class and you'll
Get fucked up fast i'm so powerful
Words of a wizard who cast hexes
Da vinci on his death bed
Drawing his last sketches i'm reckless
Shot gun blast to the solar plexus
Look unto the East
I'm as deep as Masonic lectures
Y'all are cheap as Lexus
Fronting with Honda engines
I'm beyond dimensions of
Your common comprehension
And your Comi-Con conventions
I'm Amun-Ra's vengeance i'm Unicron
Eating up planets and shitting remnants
I use the blood of gods
To power my ship's engines
I'm hiding under cars and
Slicing Achilles tendons
You can feel the tension
Terrible, horrifying, swing a sword of iron
Mortals are crying, "Oh Lord I'm dying!"
Tried courterizing wounds but
The coroners arriving and the wars that I'm
Surviving got natives immortalizing
Every verse that I'm designing
Like Egyptians did Orion
Like Neptune with a triton but
I ain't even trying i ain't even lying
I'm relaxing on a giant Voltron Lion
And flying through space when Ap is rhyming

Live from the shores of the East
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

Live from the shores of the East
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace

The next day
Her body was found in the Moxleys yard
Hidden under the retreat
She had been brutally beaten
And stabbed to death