A mass murderer, yo, yo
A mass murderer, black magic practitioner
Apathy's the rap listener's crack distributor
A wizard with wise words, magician with fly birds
I saw a bitch in half if she getting on my nerves
So observe the dirty rotten son of a cesspool
I piss plutonium and my heart pumps jet fuel
Too cool for school, shoot it up like Virginia Tech
Unless police intercept my plots on the internet
That last line was fucked up, so homie don't laugh
I'm cold-blooded, apathetic as a sociopath
A lot of jealous motherfuckers like, "I hope he don't last"
I'm in Japan counting yen doing Tokyo math
My shit's crack, spit raps and you swear you got bitch slapped
Big Mike's on my shit 'til it's platinum on Mitch rap
I push your whole clique back with one little click clack
If we abduct your grandmama, is that still kidnap?
You talk about your llamas and you strapped with a gat cocked
The only time you ever held a Mac was a laptop
I stay around weed heads who constantly hit blunts
And burn it down more than bitches during the witch hunts
Instead of dropping classics and making sure shit pumps
You drop a bullshit mixtape every six months
The force of my flow's strong, hard as a photon
The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
And on and on and on, it don't stop
Demigod squad's always be at the top
Shout out to Open Mike, Steve Cormier
John Childs AKA Voodoo, Derrick Marsh, yeah
Old school, got my Raiders cap, nothing you can say to Ap
Sadomasochistic, it hurts how hot I make a track
Kneel down and praise the king, a demon with angel wings
Tattooed my flesh with ink and scorpion stings
I'm trying to get it through your head, you can fill me up with lead
I'll chill in Heaven half an hour 'fore the devil knows I'm dead
Send out the memo, I've been killing it since my demo
The fact that I'm a Demigod is not coincidental
Half human, half almighty, kicks are all Nikes
I'm not the one to fuck with, if you want it, psh, alrighty
Here it goes, melt the subwoofers in your stereo
A dungeon dragon like Busta Rhymes' scenario
Off the top, motherfuckers better call the cops
I Kung-Fu like Sasquatch and squash your blocks
I block telepathic thoughts when they try to read my mind
The way I rhyme, rap just got redefined
Whenever I tear the mic, it's easy as Eric Wright
You feeding on my paragraphs, you rappers are parasites
I'm paralyzing crowds, y'all are typing like paralegals
Rolling like Noah in a boat with a pair of eagles
Demigod's a pack of pits, y'all are a pair of beagles
I beat your bitch's beaver up though the ho's barely legal
I rep DG's down to my last proton
The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
A Demigod is a half human, half god
We got that name 'cause back in 1992
Open Mike said this line right here in one of his rhymes
It's the land of the rhymes and I'm a Demigod (Uh)
Land of the rhymes and I'm a Demigod (Yeah)
Land of the rhymes and I'm a Demigod
I'm Zeus in the booth spitting lightning rods
It's the land of the rhymes and I'm a Demigod (Uh)
Land of the rhymes and I'm a Demigod (Yeah)
Land of the rhymes and I'm a Demigod
I'm Zeus in the booth spitting lightning rods
Motherfucker
Shout out to everybody who's been here since the beginning
Duane Anderson, Louie Montavo, Spliffmatic
Tony Legere, Mr. Mayday, DJ E-Lo
Tito & Qu'ran, Naptron, Eternia, K Squared
White Harlem, lot of people I'm forgetting
Yeah, Demigodz
Uh, album is on its way right now
Demigodz is back
Yeah, Apathy, Teddy Ruxpin
