Clown Class - Demigodz

Celph Titled the Crocodile Hunter

I keep it gator

The monster in your closet that you’ve always been afraid of

The type to come through and not say «Peace» when I leave

Choke your crew out in army jackets and leave 'em fatigued

And we scoop hood rats with mouse traps

Give you the gas face and douse that

You survivin'?

I doubt that

Robbin' your grandma for her mortgage loan

I’m tryin' to figure out how to strangle you with a cordless phone

My force is known to leave cops in plain clothes

Layin' stiff on the floor with red stains on their clothes

And if the Feds catch me

I’mma go wild

Tote a rocket launcher to the court room and blow trial

My style’s Bumpy, attitude stay grumpy

And I don’t fuck around dunny

I got so much ice up in my crib, and nowhere to rest my head

The only time I tuck my jewels is when I put 'em to bed

Put your tracks against mine

That’s a disturbing gamble

I’ll piss on your beat machine and give you a urine sample

And while you writin' rhymes tryin' to come up with shit

I’ll come up on your bitch and leave my cum up on her upper lip

In the school of hard knocks we’re at the top of our classes

Shit, the bullies even kiss our asses

Whether or not our report card passes

Class clowns say we’re the real smart asses

We run shit

And punch kids in their punk tummies

Front dummy but you’re on the run from me

Majik’s got detention, Lou’s got suspension

And Celph got expelled for snatchin' niggas lunch money

Majik Most motherfuckers, yeah back in effect

Fuckin' your head up like a John Larroquette hairnet

Bullet’s whistlin'

Rippin' through your neck and your chest

Fuck Kevlar

Rock a Mexican festival vest

You need a testicle check

You’re a man with breasts

Bustin' out your dress, I’ll make your bird chest fly west

Never the less, your style’s fake

So bust it

I’ll pistol whip you

With a Civil War Musket

Sayin' that’s your girl but she shows me love

Said Titanic was a movie about my penis in a bathtub

I hate fake thugs, always fuckin' up the clubs

I’ll beat you with a coffee cup, now you’ve been mugged

You need to be unplugged and whipped with a cord

Ripped and in torn I’m always flippin' this song

Russian fur coats, I’m a star with this

I’ll brush you off like a conceited paleontologist

Get your head chopped off and burnt to a crisp

Till it’s a leather tote bag and you’ll be saaaaadddd

I’m bad news like I’m a paperboy with an Uzi

With a cancerous tumor oozing (Ooooohhhh)

You’re cruisin' for a brusin' when you’re drivin' to my show

With a pink convertible Pinto, lettin' your hair blow

Catch me down in Mexico, sexin' your ho

I’ll stab you with a sword from the Antique Road Show

In the school of hard knocks we’re at the top of our classes

Shit, the bullies even kiss our asses

Whether or not our report card passes

Class clowns say we’re the real smart asses

We run shit

And punch kids in their punk tummies

Front dummy but you’re on the run from me

Majik’s got detention, Lou’s got suspension

And Celph got expelled for snatchin' niggas lunch money

Yo, I’ll come to your apartment with a gun under a parka

Full of blank side

Use the other day to pull a bank heist

And say, «Hi»

By wavin' the barrel

Right in your face

And make you shit inside your Old Navy apparel

I never claimed to be the friendliest kid

But I’ll teach you what an enemy is

And beat you with the shit end of the stick

My own people’s will tell you that I can be a dick

And they know first hand

I’ve treated some of them to a fist

When motherfuckers famished

I grab the oven hand mitt

And stuff his damn lips with a lovely knuckle sandwich

I’ll leave your muzzle bandaged like a dog with a lampshade

The double standard is some gauze and some band aids

So all that braggin' when you catch a case, forget it ace

You stupid motherfucker, you’re not tougher for gettin' AIDS

Get it straight

Your D-Day been diggin' for years

We got wax too, but ours isn’t from ears motherfucker