Martha Moxley (R.I.P.)

[Hook] {x2} Live from the shores of the East Where the rich beast travel to feast Old money that pays off police Martha Moxley, rest in peace [Verse 1] I never sweat the competition I'm accomplishing more Like a gun connoisseur in a communist war Indestructible, Ap is as hard as the iron curtain Find a virgin, I'm inserting shit inside her like a surgeon You're a serpent I can see you slithering like you from Slytherin Light ya body on fire, piss on you I hear you sizzling Here's one for the sinners, hold up ya middle fingers For all the strippers getting older and bitter For all single mothers that cannot afford they babysitter So they copping liquor then call me to come thru and dick her Get the picture? Life isn't always a happy ending I'm cool with being positive but not cool with pretending 'Cuz way back in the day when there was still Hartford hockey Around the time when Michael Skakel murdered Martha Moxley My father met my mommy and the rest was kinda foggy But he shot me in her womb and then I grew in to a body The only son of Rodney, my legacy is Godly The Demigodz posse, the opposites of Ghandi The East Coast Rapist, Honkey Kong, Master Mason Mass invasion of the greatest rappers that'll bash ya face in [Hook x2] [Bridge: Apathy] You are now listening to the sounds of Connecticut Casual Representing, for all of New England Apathy, Demigodz You rich motherfuckers better lock up your yachts real tight Shoutout to ? [Verse 2: Apathy] This is like breathing mustard gas Or walking on crushed up glass New jacks cut class and you'll get fucked up fast I'm so powerful, words of a wizard who cast hexes Da vinci on his death bed drawing his last sketches I'm reckless, shot gun blast to the solar plexus Look unto the East, I'm as deep as Masonic lectures Y'all are cheap as Lexus fronting with Honda engines I'm beyond dimensions of your common comprehension And your Comi-Con conventions, I'm Amun-Ra's vengeance I'm Unicron, eating up planets and shitting remnants I use the blood of gods to power my ship's engines I'm hiding under cars and slicing Achilles tendons You can feel the tension Terrible, horrifying, swing a sword of iron Mortals are crying, "Oh Lord I'm dying!" Tried courterizing wounds but the coroners arriving And the wars that I'm surviving got natives immortalizing Every verse that I'm designing like Egyptians did Orion Like Neptune with a triton but, I ain't even trying I ain't even lying, I'm relaxing on a giant Voltron Lion And flying through space when Ap is rhyming [Hook x2] [Outro] The next day, her body was found in the Moxleys yard Hidden under the retreat, she had been brutally beaten and stabbed to death