(feat. Celph Titled, Majik Most)


Apathy, Majik Most, Celph Titled

What Demigodz

Mother Molesters

Let's Go


[Verse 1: Apathy]

I kill rappers every day

These labels need to setup a fund

To teach stupid motherfuckers how to get up and run

I ruin careers, take you off MTV cribs

And put these kids back in the MP3 biz

I match from head to toe, got bread to blow

I don't trick on chicks but get head from hoes

Cause I stay gassin' bitches like Texaco

They deep throat then leave notes with X's and O's

Next to their name, I'm the one the sweat the most

Cause my bread stacks are fatter than Texas Toast

All these heads that are rappers dissect our flows

But they're so far from hot it's like Eskimos

I'm far from a front like trunks in stretch limos

Pop some shit? Nah I don't really sweat my foes

Cause while you sittin' on the phone tryin' to get some shows

Your girls on her way to my crib with extra clothes


[Verse 2: Majik Most]

When Majik screams on the tracks it makes Lil' John sound like a little blonde

I detonate a little bomb; have your face hangin' off of palm trees in your lawn

I'm the Don Wan with Don Johnson jacket's on

With a Buttafuco to pick up your mom

You'll get crammed in your dishwasher with your head jammed in

Dancin' on your corpse playin' Bob Marley Jammin'

Man handle your melon; peel your scalp like a Mandarin

You couldn't be dope if you body-snatched me

Put on Khaki's and sold yourself to black families

I'm in my private shanty with Ashanti's panties

No girl can do me like Kobe, please

In Aspen I'm gettin ass from (Claude Etogees?)

Have her crusin' my room butt naked on ski's

Come in my log cabin; get your head stabbed in

Fed through a wood chipper, kid what's crackin?


[Verse 3: Celph Titled]

(Lookin' for my?) big shot, that must mean my shells are huge

And my pencils are puttin' sideburns on your Elvis suit

In 1997 me and Majik Most were sellin' bootlegs

Pimpin' hoes, holdin' a cane with a golden goose head

Now we gettin paid just for makin' the music

Do a track for free?

{"That I'm not gonna be able to do"}

Tappin' broads like I was Savion Glover

I got no seeds nigga cause I'm keepin the babies in the rubber

This one bitch tellin' me she's gonna be havin my daughter

Choked her purple cause the judge gave me a gag order

You fags oughtta get ghost, we sendin back the defects

Your beats sound like T&T Music Factory rejects

Driving down the Ave. I'm seeing bits of your crew

I can't tell if it's a gay club or Black Eyed Peas video shoot

When I'm droppin' bombs inside your city limits

It's best you get a plan with the most rollover minutes