Off the Chrome - Demigodz

Yo, yo, what’s up man, yo I love your shit!

I got all your shits, yo

Yo yo, can I get an autograph?

Can I get some-

Yo I got all your vinyl pieces!

I got all the vinyls

I got the one the new one, the Boom-Bap (oh word)

Yo, yo, yo Apathy yo, yo please man, kick a freestyle!

I’m sayin' yo, off the dome!

I got little kids sittin' in class fiddlin

Didn’t take they Ritalin, Apathetic rolls more than Michelin

Whenever the clips start clickin' and

I stab motherfuckers like they’re swordfishin' and they fell out the boat

(Ahhhh!)

But the fell inside of a moat filled with crocodiles

When I rock the style got the hottest style

Come off the head and blast like lead projectiles

Ya not safe in ya neighborhood like I’m a pedophile

With a van of a man, I kill all of my fans 'cause I’m paranoid

And think that they might turn into a Stan

(Jesus Christ!) Shut up, you’re makin' my ears hurt

You’d probably sell your little sister for an Apathy T-shirt (it's true!)

I’ll crack ya trachea like Dracula in Castlevania

Body slam, crack ya back like Wrestlemania (ohh!)

You’re just poor white trash with a Charles Bronson mustache (haa!)

I’ll beat your ass and take your bus-pass

I’m that bully at lunch that’ll snatch ya cash

To avoid my wrath you’d probably cut class (yeah)

You’re the type to fuck an ugly bitch and bust fast

I’ll leave you gaspin' like you ate Anthrax and mustard gas (ahh!)

Word up son, I’m battlin' forces

I’m made from the best stuff on Earth, a rapper Snapple endorses

And even for little weird kids

I still find time to throw a root beer in their fridge

Yo yo Apathy that was so fuckin' dope!

I love it!

(aww man) Yo yo yo yo encore, kick another one

(Yo, yo man hold up, I gotta be out man

But I think my man Louis Logic right here can help you out)

Ah-ah-ah… Lou?

Louis Logic?

Jesus!

Oh!

Factotum!

I drank my first beer, listenin' to Factotum!

{Yo I’m kinda hemmed up right now, but you know what

I could kick a free for you, hold up}

Yeah that’s what I’m talkin' about!

Spit it!

Spit it!

Be aware that I’m in need of a beer (I love it!)

You motherfuckers got a full pack of Squares?

I’mma steal that too, and smash you in the fuckin' face

With a big piece of Chinese bamboo (hahaha!)

I’m Logical, I’m the comical one

I could kick you right in your abdominal, son (whoa!)

And I leave you on the run from the cops, and the feds

For tryin' to fuck around with any rhyme that I said (ahh!)

You’re a biter, I’ll strike you with a brand new lighter

And smash ya fuckin' face with the claws of a tiger

I’d outwrite ya, and outshine ya (kick it!)

And take your wife out and wine and dine her (oh-hoo!)

But I don’t need to do that to get the pussy

Because I know her legs are bushy, and I ain’t tryna fuck her (ohh!)

I’ll stuff a fuckin' trucker in a duffel bag

Then I’ll snuff his ass, fuckin' fag!

You should know better (ooh!)

'Cause Louis Logical’ll put you in a nightclub sweater

I would fuck you up, but I like hoes better (ah-ha!)

You better escape before I’m settin' the date

To desicrate your face and leave you in a resting place (ah-ha!)

So let’s just say that I’m the man of the hour

With an unbelievable power to put a golden shower

Right over ya dome

And have every motherfucker I don’t like pissed off, while I’m soakin' ya

clothes (I LOVE YOU!)

Ahaha!

Ah bravo bravo!

(Thank you, thank you haha)

I love you!

I love you!

Louis?

Lou?

Can I call you Lou?

(Call me shithead, dude) I LOVE YOU!

That was… you’re a star!

That was the best!

FUCKIN' JESUS!

(Ohh boy this kid.)

These are the best freestyles I’ve ever heard in my life!

(Yo, man you think that was some shit man?)

(Snoozy motherfuckers 'bout to find out, check out my man Celph Titled

Yo, spit that shit…) AHHHHHHH!

Celph Titled never freestyles?

Fuck that!

(ah!)

I’d rather put a gun to your back, nigga, fuck rap!

(ooh!)

Crucify you to the wall with a thousand thumb tacks

You dumb cats are dumb wack, here’s your fuckin' tongue back!

I should spray you for lookin' as gay as you do

You look like a fuckin' surfer I hate you (oh Jesus!)

I’ll hanglide into your ride and slice ya throat

Wrap your dead body up in a Cardigan coat (oh my God!)

Shout out to Majik Most, I been dope since I first met him

And that was back in 1910

I shine like flashes from Kodak reflectin' off of Kojak’s head

I’ll leave you wet like Bill Clinton’s face (ah!)

Fuck Dan Quayle, I’ll go quail huntin'

And shoot you in the face for frontin' (Jesus!)

So go get your orange vest, I’ll punch ya head off ya chest

Molest your mom while you off in a gay prom wearin' a cumberbund

I’m the thunderous one, Celph Titled ain’t a nigga seein' me son

You couldn’t kick verses if you played soccer, with a Bible

I’m so vital I’ll play your vital organs at church

This is the last time I let 'em come off the dome, so search

On the internet and find 800 different records with my name on it

(Jesus no!) You’re a faggot wearing a bonnet with a rainbow on it

I’m the Don, I’m the king, I’m numero uno

I’ll televise your execution on telemundo

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Apathy!

Louis Logic!

and Celph Titled!

Ahh!

The Demigodz!