Demigodz - The Demigodz lyrics

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 hit's on some Miagi shit
Split you with karate kicks
Draggin you through the pit's 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!"

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)

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

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'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