Dead in the Middle - Demigodz

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily

Dead in the middle, I’m as hot as a griddle

Went harder than gristle, a martyr on the top of a missile

You want it?

I got it to give it pop a clip in

Then follow your fucking mama grocery shopping

And shot up her Honda Civic

The Demigodz, In’ifada;

Bin Laden with Dodger fitteds

I let the money talk, I don’t holler at bitches

My competition is missing, maybe it doesn’t exist

Like global warming I’m warning these motherfuckers so listen

I’ll bring a storm to your city, so abnormally shitty

You’ll be doing rain dances in the streets like Diddy

You ready to get retarded, lawless, raw bar

Hopping in a bar, forget where you parked, you know the R is

Dead in the middle while we sipping a forty

Riddle your whip with so many shots you thought we were Soviets, homie

No, no, no, no, it’s the Godz so get it right

No need to look around, you know right where to find me, aight?

Dead in the middle…

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily

It’s the end of the world as we know it, so pop the cork

I got a jansport filled with explosives

Leave your corpse crispy down in Corpus Christi

My instruments hollow out pianos and leave every organ empty

I got greasy with a groupie and I smacked her britches

The bitch worship my nuts, I guess she sacrilegious

And that’s what happens when your rap is vicious

Sadomasochistic, snapping pictures of captured victims

In my dungeon won’t feed you

Leave you 'till you’re just a carcass

Turn a major label rapper back to a starving artist

Who’s the hardest motherfucker?

Yes I am

My porcupine grenade’ll hit you wherever the spikes land

I am my own hype man

So whoever standing next to me has got to be the got damn boogieman

I make the cookie blam, the biscuit go off

The ratchet have a seizure, make it sneeze and blow your nose off

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily

Fuck with me and the outcome could be disturbing

Submerging scalpels in your flesh like a surgeon

Emerging after all the rest get burned in the furnace

Verses will arise like a Phoenix, I’m Jesus, look into my eyes

I’m the savior mixed with Satan, no surprise

I’m American with mental terrorisms televised

I’m the angel, the Antichrist all in one

I’m a priest, I’m a thug, I’m a nun with a gun

I’m the pope, the Colombian who imports dope

Police who pump coke that they stole from the broke

I’m the seventeen year old rocking fake dookie ropes

I’m the one who think the 9/11 shit was a hoax

Got a Glock, rottweiler, and a pocket full of cash

If the world goes crazy when the stock market crash

I’m dead in the middle of a Ritalin binge

Dead in the middle of a bed with identical twins

Yes, I’m dead in the middle

Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know

That we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily