Apathy

Apathy - I\'m A Demigod lyrics

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A mass murderer, black magic practitioner

Ap is the rap listener's crack distributor

A wizard with wise words

Magician with fly birds

I'll saw a bitch in half, if she's gettin' on my nerves

So observe the dirty, rotten, son of a cess pool

I piss plutonium and my heart pumps jet fuel

Too cool for school, shoot it up like Virgina Tech.

Unless police intercept, my plots on the internet

That last line was fucked up, so homie don't laugh

I'm cold blooded, apathetic as a sociopath

A lotta jealous mutahfuckers like... "I hope he don't last"

I'm in Japan countin' Yen, doin' Tokyo math

My shit's crack spit raps, and you swear you got bitch slapped

Big Mike sell my shit, til it's platinum on mixtrap

I'll push ya whole click back, with one little "click-clack"

If we abduct ya grandmom, is that still kidnap?

You talk about ya llamas, and ya strapped with the gat cocked

The only time you ever held a Mac, was a laptop

I stay around weed heads, who constantly hit blunts

And burn it down more, than bitches durin' the Witch Hunts

Instead of droppin' classics and makin' sure shit pumps...

You drop a bullshit mixtape every 6 months

The force of my flow's strong, hard as a photon

The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on...

Old school got my Raiders cap

Nuthin' you could say to Ap

Sadomasochistic, it hurts how hot I make the track

Kneel down and praise the king

A demon with angel wings

Tattoo my flesh with ink, and scorpion stings

I'm tryina get it through ya head

You could fill me up with lead...

I'll chill in heaven, half an hour, 'fore the Devil knows I'm dead

Send out the memo, I been killin' it since my demo

The fact that I'm a Demigod is not coincidental

Half human, half almighty

Kicks are all Nike's...

I'm not the one to fuck with... if you want? "pshh, allrighty"

Here it goes, meltin' subwoofers in ya stereos

A dungeon dragon like Busta Rhymes on Scenario

Off the top, muthafuckers better call the cops

I'll come through like Sasquatch, and squash ya blocks

I block... telepathic thoughts, when they try to read my mind

The way I rhyme... "rap" just got... re-defined

Whenever I tear the mic...

It's eazy as Eric Wright

Ya feedin' on my paragraphs, you rappers are parasites

I'm paralyzin' crowds, ya'll are typin like paralegals

Rollin' like Noah, in a boat, with a pair of eagles

Demigodz, a pack of pits...

Ya'll are a pair of beagles

I'll beat ya bitches beaver up, though the hoe's barely legal

I rep DG'z, down to my last proton

The rhyme get's rougher, as the rhyme goes on...

It's the land of the rhymes, and I'm a Demigod

Land of the rhymes, and I'm a Demigod

Land of the rhymes, and I'm a Demigod

I'm Zeus in the booth, spittin' lightening rods...

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