Science of the Bumrush 2

Yea, uh uh, what uh Yea, uh, what Demigodz No doubt Science of the bumrush, volume 2 Quarter's in the meter Un-stoppable, in-vincible Check, Apathetic and Celph-Titled We pimp it out like this [Verse 1:Apathy] Yo I slip bitches rufies, snatch Muslim kufis Still steal from the store and sneak into the movies Playin old Nintendo on black and white TV's I got illegal cable and burn all of my CDs Takin toilet paper out of bathroom stalls I'm hangin out over your house to make my long distance calls Borrow kicks and gear and never give em back Even if I like your song I'mma still say it's wack When I'm blowin off steam I'm just plain fuckin mean Dissin little kids to give em low self-esteem Got quarters in the meter when I hit you better stay down You're gay now, and couldn't buss if your name was Greyhound [Verse 2:Celph Titled] Yo, I'm known for pullin heists, pawn shops to hold my ice Shiny Glocks leave you shook like that bitch in Poltergeist I'm makin rap loot from rhymin and makin' hits While you be beggin niggas on websites just to check your shit In fact the same fist that I hit you up with Was found inside your bitch's clitoris after she sucked my dick The Demigodz ain't give a fuck if you lovin it My clique hold heat, like Wolfgang Puck oven mitts I stay in New York where my fam keep it gully And any cypher I'm in the other rappers are my understudies Step outta line and I'll draw you a chalk outline I heard you did a joint with Puff Daddy and got outshined You just a gay rapper, lovin what them fags do You ain't had pussy since pussy had you My whole entourage is known to beat you in the head to death Apathy and Celph Titled the underground Red and Meth [Verse 3:Apathy] I got a white wifebeater, head wrap and white sneakers Uptown nikes they white, I'm the great white hype Demigodz diving in piles of diamonds Brilliant, shimmering, glimmering, hustling Swindling, foes we injurin Fuck choking a chicken I'll choke a chicken for frontin' on the chocha Chillin', chattin' with chicks on a Motorola I keep my game tighter than pussy on junior high chicks The fly shit that I spit got bitches ridin' my dick [Verse 4:Celph Titled] Yo, it ain't a question we representin' for derelicts And lethal terrorists, my whole clique spittin' with arrogance My rhyme caliber will melt through any teflon And I got you wearing armor Fubu with an army suit on Listen bucko I'll fire flame your frame to stucco And put you in the crevices, plastered against the window You can't test this I'll ice grill you til you write your last will and testament And throw your body in the wet cement I give a groupie bitch much love even if you're fat I'll serve her ass a good dick rockin a chef hat Niggas know that when I let the rocket launcher blow It's apocalypse and I'll be stockin shit like extra Glocks and clips Celph-Titled the true ghetto visionary That flip necessary messages like high position secretaries I make you see more black than a million march in molasses In a solar eclipse wearin Ray Charles' glasses You'll never do this shit right I'll put your Ampex in spandex and even then your tracks still won't come out tight [Verse 5:Apathy] Stock market logic profit fattening my pockets I'm relaxin in the tropics with topless goddesses jockin it Now this is where it gets tricky Chicks try to trick me but I never trick Get head in the whip and then I split Mack a better bitch Bust nuts and guts like Beretta spit Spit better than competitors spit but this is effortless Rob gems since the beginning of time like Genesis Got Jenna Jameson on the genitals, fuck a feminist I support porn, and stripper hoes slippin down poles Lickin chicken's titties and tickle em where my dick goes I blessed her Ran up in the dorm to molest her Fuckin college bitches, P C U next semester, and I'm out