Demigodzilla

[Verse 1: Apathy] Ap'll rock it, the results are catastrophic Whether battle rapper topic or sellin' crack for a profit Break it down to microscopics, blow it up to larger levels We Hell's angels and devils, Demigodz Satan rebels Pull the plug, kick the speaker, if ya got a bitch then beat her Poundin' on your door with a mask, but not a trick-or-treater Click your heaters like apartments in winter weather, we gettin' cheddar Livin' life like you know you won't live forever Probably only just as far as my luck goes We fuck hoes who sneaked a snub nose inside they club clothes An asshole's typin' on his Sidekick at dinner With a fly chick who'll snicker, when my dick is in her Secular sinner scary as unprotected sex in cemetaries I like freak bitches, so fishnets are necessary Demigodzilla, thug blood spiller The nine don't fill ya, the rhymes gon' kill ya [Verse 2: Motive] They say I'm often ig'nant, cocky and ?? Cause I'm the type to kick it to a chick when she walkin' out of abortion clinic A verbal menace, in the book of Guinness Is listed one of the hoodest niggas to spit it and really live it The difference between me and these MC's with lyrics The flow fam, is like a grown man goin' against an infant I'm with your ho man, she's playin' some slow jams Baggin' my coke grams with her mouth open for me like a dentist But not for novacaine, your dame's a smuggle trick So I left a little nut stain on her upper lip Yo flash my shit but keep a gun in my belt You know once you in the casket and you huggin' yourself For you nonbelievers, on your tongue is where I place my heater It's like I'm checkin' to see if you probably run a fever Demigodzilla, thug blood spiller The nine don't fill ya, the rhymes gon' kill ya [Verse 3: Celph Titled] You hearin' nothin' but mayhem and chaos until the song's over "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids," and I'm usin' the lawnmower We hotter than fish grease, Glock stashed in the six piece Fried chicken box with side order of pig's feet Bullets the size of licorice sticks, but ain't shit sweet Hollow tips to follow your whip, rip through the kid's seat, homey It ain't the same down south, I got AK's in my house Gun permits from Charlton Heston with techs in the den You guessed it, it's him: Celph Titled the best with a pen My John Hancock worth more than Thomas Jefferson's Ever since Ap made me a Demigodzilla I been chillin' with demons, sippin' Henny, rockin' Tequila Kidnappin' Miss Mother Nature, watch me impregnate her Y'all talk gangsta, but really interior decorators Nobody's iller, we barbecue and grill ya And we ain't stoppin' 'till the, rhymes done killed ya