School for Scoundrels - Apathy, Celph Titled

Demigodz is world wide, but I’m straight out of Connecticut

Flow’s futuristic like it’s made out of synthetic shit

Used to date this girl now I’m breaking up and deading it

Had to ditch that bitch to make out with a better chick

You don’t know about Hell unless you walk through it

Can’t recognize the devil’s face unless you talk to it

And I’m very well acquainted my soul is tainted

Got that Van Gogh flow when my pain is painted

Wise beyond my years so my age is ancient

Love dirty hip hop that gets made in a basement

Fuck a pretty clean studio, my pop screen pantyhose

I’ve been through fucked up times that only my family knows

I’d love to be political and say no to fascists

But rather be superficial and say no to fat chicks

Disintegrate your favorite rappers to ashes

I’m tryin' to dress fly 'til society’s cashless

A Magnum in my pocket lotta money in my wallet

Nike box wall to wall, I’m a freaking sneakaholic

And I cut your guts and remove your bowels

Ap’s the principal in the school for scoundrels

Class is in session, throw in the towels

You gotta a late pass?

(You're in the school for scoundrels)

Knock out your teeth can’t pronounce your vowels

Taught to act foul

(You're in the school for scoundrels)

«Coulda went to school and been much greater» — MC Shan

«Cause you need schoolin'» — Boogie Down Productions

«Coulda went to school and been much greater» — MC Shan

«So take a minute now to hear me» — Boogie Down Productions

Put the Demigodz in your cd player

Look at the cover tell your man

«Yo you see these players?»

Should have known from the start your whole crew is fake

I watched your video and thought I saw a blooper tape

Don’t matter if you a boxer, you should see the way my ox cut

Put you in a box, rockin' a tux and close the top up

This show ain’t over till the guitar smashed

Vision cloudy blowin' smoke from cigar blast

I’m a bizarre chap, Don CeSar of this rap

My reality show will make you retards clap

So get back, I’m back at it

The best form of flattery is steam rollin' you faggots

I fucked this fat bitch in the bathtub with musty arm pits

Blew the pussy out the water bitch said I had the bomb dick

I’m bipolar when I’m flexing anger

At the crib, laughing watching Chuck Norris Texas Ranger

I saw the angel of death at KFC

And said «Order me some wings

What I mean is put me on your team.»

Stop fronting

I put in work when I pop something

Send them to the depths of hell

With one push of the Glock button