Martha Moxley (Rest in Peace) - Chris Webby, Kappa gamma, ANoyd

Live from the shores of the East

Where the rich beast travel to feast

Old money that pays off police

Martha Moxley, rest in peace

I never sweat the competition I’m accomplishing more

Like a gun connoisseur in a communist war

Indestructible, Ap is as hard as the iron curtain

Find a virgin, I’m inserting shit inside her like a surgeon

You’re a serpent I can see you slithering like you from Slytherin

Light ya body on fire, piss on you I hear you sizzling

Here’s one for the sinners, hold up ya middle fingers

For all the strippers getting older and bitter

For all single mothers that cannot afford they babysitter

So they copping liquor then call me to come thru and dick her

Get the picture?

Life isn’t always a happy ending

I’m cool with being positive but not cool with pretending

'Cuz way back in the day when there was still Hartford hockey

Around the time when Michael Skakel murdered Martha Moxley

My father met my mommy and the rest was kinda foggy

But he shot me in her womb and then I grew in to a body

The only son of Rodney, my legacy is Godly

The Demigodz posse, the opposites of Ghandi

The East Coast Rapist, Honkey Kong, Master Mason

Mass invasion of the greatest rappers that’ll bash ya face in

You are now listening to the sounds of Connecticut Casual

Representing, for all of New England

Apathy, Demigodz

You rich motherfuckers better lock up your yachts real tight

Shoutout to?

This is like breathing mustard gas

Or walking on crushed up glass

New jacks cut class and you’ll get fucked up fast

I’m so powerful, words of a wizard who cast hexes

Da vinci on his death bed drawing his last sketches

I’m reckless, shot gun blast to the solar plexus

Look unto the East, I’m as deep as Masonic lectures

Y’all are cheap as Lexus fronting with Honda engines

I’m beyond dimensions of your common comprehension

And your Comi-Con conventions, I’m Amun-Ra's vengeance

I’m Unicron, eating up planets and shitting remnants

I use the blood of gods to power my ship’s engines

I’m hiding under cars and slicing Achilles tendons

You can feel the tension

Terrible, horrifying, swing a sword of iron

Mortals are crying, «Oh Lord I’m dying!»

Tried courterizing wounds but the coroners arriving

And the wars that I’m surviving got natives immortalizing

Every verse that I’m designing like Egyptians did Orion

Like Neptune with a triton but, I ain’t even trying

I ain’t even lying, I’m relaxing on a giant Voltron Lion

And flying through space when Ap is rhyming

The next day, her body was found in the Moxleys yard

Hidden under the retreat, she had been brutally beaten and stabbed to death