paroles de chanson I'm a Demigod - Apathy
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...
[Interlude]
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...
[Interlude]
[Hook:]
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...
1 Hell's Angel
2 Money Orientated
3 Gov't Cheese
4 On and Off the Mic
5 Back in L.A.
6 Shoot First
7 I'm a Demigod
8 Thinkin'
9 Guys and Girls (feat. Blue Raspberry)
10 Anyday
11 Run, Run Away
12 No Sad Tomorrow (feat. Holly Brook & Mike Mass)
13 Rhode Island
14 What Goes Up
15 Hard Times on Planet Earth
16 Slave
17 Victim
18 The Last Thing I Need ((Bonus Track) )
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