Celph Titled - Off the Chrome lyrics
*footsteps* [Crazed fan + (Apathy)] Aiyyo Apathy, from the Demigodz, is that really you?! (Yeah, what's up man, how you doin aight?) Yo, yo, what's up man, yo I love your sh**! I got all your sh**s, yo.. Yo yo, can I get an autograph? can I get some- Yo I got all your vinyl pieces! I got all the vinyls.. I got the one the new one, the Boom-Bap (oh word) Yo, yo yo Apathy yo, yo please man, kick a freestyle! I'm sayin yo, off the dome!! [Apathy] I got little kids sittin in cla** fiddlin Didn't take they Ritalin, Apathetic rolls more than Michelin Whenever the clips start clickin and I stab motherf**ers like they're swordfishin and they fell out the boat (Ahhhh!) but the fell inside of a moat filled with crocodiles When I rock the style got the hottest style Come off the head and blast like lead projectiles Ya not safe in ya neighborhood like I'm a pedophile With a van of a man, I - k** all of my fans cuz I'm paranoid And think that they might turn into a Stan (Jesus Christ!!) shut up, your makin my ears hurt You'd probably sell your little sister for an Apathy T-shirt (it's true!) I'll crack ya trachea like Dracula in Castlevania Body-slam, crack ya back like Wrestlemania (ohh!) You're just poor white trash with a Charles Bronson mustache (haa!) I'll beat your a** and take your bus-pa** I'm that bully at lunch that'll snatch ya cash To avoid my wrath you probably cut cla** (yeah) Your the type to f** an ugly b**h and bust fast I'll leave you gaspin like you ate Anthrax and mustard gas (ahh!) Word up son, I'm battlin forces I'm "made from the best stuff on Earth", a rapper Snapple endorses And even for little weird kids I still find time to throw a +Root Beer+ in they +Fridge+ [Crazed fan + (Apathy) + {Louis Logic}] Yo yo Apathy that was so f**in dope!!! I love it!! (aww man) yo yo yo yo encore, kick another one!! (Yo yo man hold up, I gotta be out man) (but I think my man Louis Logic right here can help you out) Ah-ah-ah... Lou? Louis Logic?!! {chill, chill dude} Jesus! Oh! Factotum! I drank my first beer, listenin to Factotum! {ha-ha-ha, you need another one dude} {yo I'm kinda hemmed up right now, but you know what) {I could kick a free for you, hold up} Yeah that's what I'm talkin about! Spit it! SPIT IT!! [Louis Logic] Be aware, that I'm in need of a beer (I love it!!) You motherf**ers got a full pack of Squares? I'mma steal that too, and smash you in the f**in face With a big piece of Chinese bamboo (hahaha!) I'm Logical, I'm the comical one I could kick you, right in your abdominal son (whoa!) And I leave you on the run from the cops, and the feds For tryin to f** around with any rhyme that I said (ahh!) Your a biter, I'll strike you with a brand new lighter And slash ya f**in face with the claws of a tiger I'd outwrite ya, and outshine ya (kick it!!) And take ya wife out and wine and dine her (oh-hoo!) But I don't need to do that to get the p**y Cuz I know her legs are bushy, and I ain't tryna f** her (ohh!) I'll stuff a f**in trucker in a duffel bag Then I'll snuff his a**, f**in f*g! You should know better (ooh!) Cuz Louis Logical, put you in a nightclub sweater I would f** you up, but I like hoes better (ah-ha!) You better escape before I'm settin the date To desicrate your face and leave you in a resting place (ah-ha!) So let's just say, that I'm the man of the hour With an unbelievable power to put a golden shower Right over ya dome -- and have every motherf**er I don't like Pissed off, while I'm soakin ya clothes (I LOVE YOU!) [Crazed fan + (Louis Logic)] Ahaha! Ah bravo bravo! (thank you, thank you haha) I love you! I love you! Louis? Lou? Can I call you Lou? (call me sh**head dude) I LOVE YOU! That was.. you're a star! That was the best! fu*kIN JESUS!! (Ohh boy this kid..) These are the best freestyles I've ever heard in my life!! (Yo man you think that was some sh** man?) (Snoozy motherf**ers bout to find out, check out my man Celph Titled) (Yo, spit that sh**...) AHHHHHHH!!! [Celph Titled] Celph Titled never freestyles? f** that! (ah!) I'd rather put a gun to your back, n***a, f** rap! (ooh!) Crucify you to the wall with a thousand thumb tacks You dumb cats are dumb wack - here's your f**in tongue back! I should spray you for lookin as gay as you do You look like a f**in surfer ah - I HATE YOU!! (oh Jesus!) I'll hanglide into your ride and slice ya throat Wrap your dead body up in a Cardigan coat (oh my God!) Shout out to Majik Most, I been dope since I first met him And that was back in 1910! I shine like flashed from Kodak, reflected off Kojak's head I'll leave you wet like Bill Clinton's face (ah!) f** Dan Quayle I'll go quail huntin And shoot you in the face for frontin! (Jesus!) So go get your orange vest, I'll punch ya head off ya chest Molest your mom while you off in a gay prom wearin a cumberbund!! I'm the thunderous one - Celph Titled ain't a n***a seein me son You couldn't kick verses if you played soccer, with a Bible I'm so vital I'll play your vital organs at church This is the last time I let 'em come off the dome, so search On the internet and find 800 different records with my name on it! (Jesus no!) You're a f*ggot wearing a bonnet! With a rainbow on it! I'm the Don, I'm the king, I'm numero uno! I'll televise your execution on telemundo!! [Crazed fan: *half-choking half-yelling*] AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Apathy! Louis Logic! and Celph Titled! Ahh! The Demigodz!! .....