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lirik lagu science of the bumrush vol. 2 – demigodz

yea, uh uh, what uh
yea, uh, what
demigodz
no doubt
science of the b-mrush, volume 2
quarter’s in the meter
un-stoppable, in-vincible
check, apathetic and self-t-tled
we pimp it out like this

yo i slip b-tches rufies, sn-tch 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’ma still say it’s wack
when i’m blowin off steam i’m just plain f-ckin 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 buss if your name was greyhound

yo, i’m known for pullin heists, p-wn shops to hold my ice
shiny glocks leave you shook like that b-tch in poltergeist
i’m makin rap loot from rhymin and nickin[?] heads
while you be beggin n-gg-s on websites just to check your sh-t
in fact the same fish that i hit you up with
was found inside your b-tch’s cl-toris after she sucked my d-ck
the demigodz ain’t give a f-ck 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 outshined
you just a gay rapper, lovin what them f-gs do
you ain’t had p-ssy since p-ssy had you
my whole entourage is known to beat you in the head to death
apathy and self-t-tled the underground red and meth

i got a white wifebeater, head wrapped in white sneakers
uptown nights they white, i’m the great white hype
demigodz depositing(?) piles of diamonds
brilliant, shimmering, glimmering, hustlin,
swindlin, foes we injurin
f-ck 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 p-ssy on junior high chicks
the fly sh-t that i spit got b-tches ridin my d-ck

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 wearin 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 b-tch much love even if you’re fat
i’ll serve her -ss a good d-ck rockin a chef hat
n-gg-s know that when i let the rocket launcher blow
it’s apocalypse and i’ll be stockin sh-t like extra glocks and clips
self-t-tled the true ghetto visionary
that flip necessary messages like high position secretaries
i make you see more black than a million marchin mol-sses
in a solar eclipse wearin ray charles gl-sses
you’ll never do this sh-t right
i’ll put your [???] in spandex and even then your tracks still won’t come out tight

stock market logic profit fattening 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 b-tch
bust nuts and guts like beretta spit
spit better than compet-tors spit but this is effortless
rob gems since the beginning of time like genesis
got jenna jameson on the genitals, f-ck a feminist
i support p-rn, and stripper hoes slippin down poles
lickin chicken’s t-tties and tickle em where my d-ck goes
i blessed her
ran up in the dorm to molest her
f-ckin college b-tches, p c u next semester, and i’m out

- demigodz

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