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[Hook] Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily [Verse 1: Ryu] Dead in the middle, I'm as hot as a griddle Went harder than grizzle, 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 been fired up 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 I'm normally shitty You 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 art 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 god so get it right No need to look around, you know right where to find me, aight? [Hook] [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Letras de cancionesIt's the end of the world as we know it, so pop the cork I got a jansport filled with explosives Bring 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 the britches The bitch worship my nuts, I guess she sacrilegious And that's what happens when your rap is vicious Sadomachistic, snapping pictures of captured victims And 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 artist? Motherfucker, yes I am My porky pie grenade'll hit you wherever the spikes lay at 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 could go off The ratchet have a seizure, make it sneeze and blow your nose off [Hook] [Verse 3: Apathy] 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 [Hook] From Letras Mania