THE DEMIGODZ

THE DEMIGODZ - Dead In The Middle lyrics

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[Hook]

Dead in the middle, of little italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middle men that didnt do didily

Dead in the middle, of little italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middle men that didnt do didily

Dead in the middle, I'm as hot as a griddle

And harder than gristle, a martyr on the top of a missle

You want it, I got it to give it, pop a clip in then Follow your fucking mama grocery shoppin

Then shot up her Honda civic

The demigodz in fire, been lyin to a dodgin fitty

So 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 to listen

I’m bringing the storm to your city,

So enormally shitty, you be doing rain dances in the streets like diddy

You ready to get retarded, lawless raw bar hoppin and barfin

Forget where you parked, you know the horrors

Dead in the middle, always sippin the 40

Riddle your whip with so many shots

You thought we was soviet 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, a’ight?

Dead in the middle

[Hook]

Dead in the middle, of little italy little did we know

That we riddled some middle man who didn’t do didly

Dead in the middle, of little italy little did we know

That we riddled some middle man who didn’t do didly

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 greezy with a groupie and I smacked her britches

The bitch worship my nuts i guess shes sacreligious

And that’s what happens when your raps is vicious

Sadomasochistic snappin pictures at captured victims

And my dungeon won’t feed you

Leave you till you just a carcass

Turn a major label rapper back to a starving artist

Who’s the hardest motherfucker, yes I am

My porcupine grenade will hit you wherever the spikes land. I am my own hype man,

So who’s ever standing next to me

Has gotta be the god damn boogy man

I make the cookie blam, the biscuit go off

The ratchet have a seizure make it sneeze and blow your nose off

[Hook]

Dead in the middle, of little italy little did we know

That we riddled some middle man who didn’t do didly

Dead in the middle, of little italy little did we know

That we riddled some middle man who didn’t do didly

Fuck with me and the outcome can be, disturbing

Submerging scalpel in your flesh like a surgeon

Emmerging, 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 where mental terrorisms televised

I’m the angel, the antichrist, the all in one

I’m a priest, I’m a thug, I’m a nun with a gun

I’m the pope, the columbian who imports dope

Police who pump coke that they stole from the broke

I’m a 17 years old rockin fake dookie ropes...

I’m the one who think that 9/11 shit was a hoax

Got a glock, rotweiller 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

[Hook]

Dead in the middle, of little italy little did we know

That we riddled some middle man who didn’t do didly

Dead in the middle, of little italy little did we know

That we riddled some middle man who didn’t do didly.

Thanks to K-Peck for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to KMeds for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Vizer for correcting these lyrics

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