Apathy, Majik Most, Celph Titled
What Demigodz
Mother Molesters
Let`s Go
[Verse 1 - Apathy]
I kill rappers every day
These labels need to setup a fund
To teach stupid motherfuckers how to get up and run
I ruin careers, take you off MTV cribs
And put these kids back in the MP3 biz
I match from head to toe, got bread to blow
I don`t trick on chicks but get head from hoes
Cause I stay gassin` bitches like Texaco
They deep throat then leave notes with X`s and O`s
Next to their name, I`m the one the sweat the most
Cause my bread stacks are fatter than Texas Toast
All these heads that are rappers dissect our flows
But they`re so far from hot it`s like Eskimos
I`m far from a front like trunks in stretch limos
Pop some shit? Nah I don`t really sweat my foes
Cause while you sittin` on the phone tryin` to get some shows
Your girls on her way to my crib with extra clothes
[Verse 2 - Majik Most]
When Majik screams on the tracks it makes Lil` John sound like a little blonde
I detonate a little bomb; have your face hangin` off of palm trees in your lawn
I`m the Don Wan with Don Johnson jacket`s on
With a Buttafuco to pick up your mom
You`ll get crammed in your dishwasher with your head jammed in
Dancin` on your corpse playin` Bob Marley Jammin`
Man handle your melon; peel your scalp like a Mandarin
You couldn`t be dope if you body-snatched me
Put on Khaki`s and sold yourself to black families
I`m in my private shanty with Ashanti`s panties
No girl can do me like Kobe, please
In Aspen I`m gettin ass from (Claude Etogees?)
Have her crusin` my room butt naked on ski`s
Come in my log cabin; get your head stabbed in
Fed through a wood chipper, kid what`s crackin?
[Verse 3 - Celph Titled]
(Lookin` for my?) big shot, that must mean my shells are huge
And my pencils are puttin` sideburns on your Elvis suit
In 1997 me and Majik Most were sellin` bootlegs
Pimpin` hoes, holdin` a cane with a golden goose head
Now we gettin paid just for makin` the music
Do a track for free?
{That I`m not gonna be able to do}
Tappin` broads like I was Savion Glover
I got no seeds nigga cause I`m keepin the babies in the rubber
This one bitch tellin` me she`s gonna be havin my daughter
Choked her purple cause the judge gave me a gag order
You fags oughtta get ghost, we sendin back the defects
Your beats sound like T&T Music Factory rejects
Driving down the Ave. I`m seeing bits of your crew
I can`t tell if it`s a gay club or Black Eyed Peas video shoot
When I`m droppin` bombs inside your city limits
It`s best you get a plan with the most rollover minutes
