Demigodz - Dead In The Middle lyrics

Where are you?

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