Dumb High - Demigodz

Batter up, I’m bad as fuck, fuck a battle, y’all are nerds

Nerf balls in the Super Bowl, absolutely absurd

Serve rappers like soup bowls with scones for dessert

Surfs up, you’ll certainly get sunk

Drive your whip off a pier with you tied up in the trunk

This is truck music, ask your girlfriend 'cause we fuck to it

Inside her SUV, I’ll set you free

Rip your soul out your body, I’mma let you see

The cosmos, God’s close, turn your flesh into compost

I’m confident, dick big as the Washington Monument

I’m grimy as fuck but still walk amongst the opulent

Abandon ship, rip your spirit out then I’ll banish it

Then channel it with ancient manuscripts and amulets

Come from Willimantic, kids are speakin' that Spanish shit

Don’t throw me on the beat if you don’t want me to damage it

I’m on some other shit now, just for the fuck of it

I get down like Chris Brown do, but Mo' cut a bitch

My money grows on trees, a dough farmer

Out for presidents to represent me nigga like Shawn Carter

They say my rhymes are sorta like a suicide bomber

With marijuana, leave your city smokin' like Osama

The Demigod-father here to settle problems and beef

All my utensils is metal niggas I’m starvin', let’s eat

Handle the job for any faggots thinkin' Godz is sweet

The Prodigy that bring Havoc when D.R.'s Mobb Deep

It’s Hell On Earth if I don’t cake up much quicker

The kid can’t function with no paper, like a printer

Like Ninja Turtles with no Splinter, strippers with no tippers

Hip hop with no niggas (Yeah right)

I got a motherfuckin' plan to get it crackin' fam

Have you held up and stuck like a traffic jam

Where your bars at?

We don’t horse around

This ain’t for all that, you could get tortured now

You ain’t killin' the game, your Escalades are four cylinder

I’m a super villain spittin' villainous slang

The Dillinger bang or was it my voice?

My weapon of choice

Blogs taint my links like they stealin' my chain

You ain’t the master but I’m willin' to train

Fuck a rapper turned singer, dog I’m feelin' no pain

Got my body on earth and my brain on the moon

I’m in two places at once like MF Doom, Ah

Get ya lifted like cannabis sativa

Lyrically foot loose like Canibus in Teva’s

Haha, It’s unanimously Ether like when…

QB’s speak on the Jay/Nas beef

You cop Haggar briefs at TJ Max and Chaps

I don’t fuck with that, I’m Polo strapped

I don’t know you dawg, so no more dap

We the best alive, you couldn’t get this fly

With Miyagi, chopsticks, and pesticide

«You tell him I’m coming and Hell’s coming with me you hear?!

Hell’s coming

with me!»

Man listen, I’mma show you what you’ve been missin'

I spit with conviction like rap’s my religion

Smash up your set then I’ll bail like I’m Christian

Too late for you to escape with Snake Plissken

A man on a mission, man on a wire

I’m Denzel bringin' you hell, Man on Fire

This shit is gettin' old so I plan to retire

But plans often change, now my name’s on your flyer

The innovator, old school Demigod originator

Stay fresh, keep my notebooks in the refrigerator

Dictionary dictator, sorta like a waiter

The way I serve emcee’s will make you wanna tip me later

No need for the gratuity, I’m tearin' that ass up

I never pass up the opportunity

To take your shit talk and flush it, I’m no joke

Boy ya shoulda known by now, Meezy does it

Outside my house is investigators

So I invest in gators to rip the chest of a perpetrator

Plus the K-9 squad of German Sheppards and Rotts

And when they catch you they gon' show you what Heaven is not

I’m a man of mystery, put them grams on the triple beam

50 grand when I spit my speech (It ain’t shit to me. Bitch!)

No serial on my gun (yea), I got tricks up my sleeve (yea)

Frosted Flakes on my blow (aw), Lucky Charms in my weed (what up)

Ridiculous but inconspicuous (aww)

Crime computers has my name with 'dangerous' in parenthesis (yea)

I burst a gasket, I’m off the hinges

These are syringes filled with criminal vengeance (aw)

I get the dough (get it), I got the props (got it)

Sniper on speed dial, I call the shots

Alert the marshals, the Feds, yeah the policemen too

Just know if faggots didn’t exist then neither would you