Science of the Bumrush Vol. 2 - Demigodz

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Demigodz (No doubt)

Science of the Bumrush, volume 2 (Volume 2)

Quarter’s in the meter (What'd you think?)

Un-stoppable, in-vincible (Uh, fuck that!)

Check, (yea) Apathetic and Celph Titled (What, sick on him)

We pimp it out like this…

Yo I slip bitches roofies, snatch Muslim kufis

Still steal from the store and sneak into the movies

Playin' old Nintendo on black and white TV’s

I got illegal cable and burn all of my CDs

Takin' toilet paper out of bathroom stalls

I’m hangin out over your house to make my long distance calls

Borrow kicks and gear and never give em back

Even if I like your song I’mma still say it’s wack

When I’m blowin' off steam I’m just plain fuckin' mean

Dissin' little kids to give em low self-esteem

Got quarters in the meter when I hit you better stay down

You’re gay now, and couldn’t bus' if your name was Greyhound

Yo, I’m known for pullin' heists, pawn shops to hold my ice

Shiny Glocks leave you shook like that bitch in Poltergeist

I’m makin' rap loot from rhymin' and makin' hits

While you be beggin' niggas on websites just to check your shit

In fact the same fist that I hit you up with

Was found inside your bitch’s clitoris after she sucked my dick

The Demigodz ain’t give a fuck if you lovin' it

My clique hold heat, like Wolfgang Puck oven mitts

I stay in New York where my fam keep it gully

And any cypher I’m in the other rappers are my understudies

Step outta line and I’ll draw you a chalk outline

I heard you did a joint with Puff Daddy and got out-shined

You just a gay rapper, lovin' what them fags do

You ain’t had pussy since pussy had you

My whole entourage is known to beat you in the head to death

Apathy and Celph Titled the underground Red and Meth

I got a white wifebeater, head wrap, and white sneakers

Uptown nikes they white, I’m the great white hype

Demigodz divin' in piles of diamonds

Brilliant, shimmerin', glimmerin', hustlin'

Swindlin', foes we’re injurin'

Fuck chokin' a chicken

I’ll choke a chicken for frontin' on the chocha

Chillin', chattin' with chicks on a Motorola

I keep my game tighter than pussy on junior high chicks

The fly shit that I spit got bitches ridin' my dick

Yo, it ain’t a question we representin' for derelicts

And lethal terrorists, my whole clique spittin' with arrogance

My rhyme caliber will melt through any teflon

And I got you wearing armor Fubu with an army suit on

Listen bucko

I’ll fire flame your frame to stucco

And put you in the crevices, plastered against the window

You can’t test this

I’ll ice grill you 'til you write your last will and testament

And throw your body in the wet cement

I give a groupie bitch much love even if you’re fat

I’ll serve her ass some good dick rockin' a chef hat

Niggas know that when I let the rocket launcher blow

It’s apocalypse and I’ll be stockin' shit like extra Glocks and clips

Celph Titled the true ghetto visionary

That flip necessary messages like high position secretaries

I make you see more black than a Million March in molasses

In a solar eclipse wearin Ray Charles' glasses

You’ll never do this shit right

I’ll put your Ampex in spandex and even then your tracks still won’t come out

tight

Stock market logic profit fattenin' my pockets

I’m relaxin' in the tropics with topless goddesses jockin' it

Now this is where it gets tricky

Chicks try to trick me but I never trick

Get head in the whip and then I split

Mack a better bitch

Bust nuts in guts like Beretta spit

Spit better than competitors spit but this is effortless

Drop gems since the beginnin' of time like Genesis

Got Jenna Jameson on the genitals, fuck a feminist

I support porn, and stripper hoes slippin' down poles

Lickin' chicken’s titties and tickle em where the dick goes

I blessed her

Ran up in the dorm to molest her

Fuckin' college bitches

Peace!

See you next semester, and I’m out