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Demigodz The order is manslaughter Ap is back Come on Ap... what you waitin for? Take a deep breath... because ya don’t have another left Come on Ap... what you waitin for? I’m back on my bullshit, 24-7 Y'all better store weapons from the floors to the heavens And put away them phones tryna record me flexin' I’ll slap a motherfucker in to the 4th dimension You do it for attention or do it for recognition We’ll knock ya DJ out and leave the record skippin' The Demigod religion you can put your faith in Put ya face in a brick wall until it caves in We killers and cavemen, case closed, game over Fuck "lit"... I’m bringing a literal flame thrower I got a stinger missile in range of ya Range Rover Back in the day ya tape would get tossed or taped over Won’t go on Flex, he can’t handle me flowing Fuck a Bomb, get the sound of a planet explodin' The sound of a space shuttle when it land in the ocean Or the sound of a war vet who can’t handle emotions Rockin' back and forth with the hammer reloadin' The sound of the hammer of Odin or a sample from The Omen Get a scream from ya worst bad dream... Letras de cancionesAnd I’ll put it in a verse or get a cut from Preem There’s no where to run to I don’t care if you got a gun or you can do kung fu When Ap is on the mic and start doin his "one-two" The silencers screw on and light bulbs unscrew... Demigodz The order is manslaughter Ap is back Come on Ap... what you waitin for? Take a deep breath... because ya don’t have another left Come on Ap... what you waitin for? I’m a rap outcast like Big Boi’s group (Futuristic) Do features for Bitcoin loot Pull the pistol out ya palm like this toys cute Dissemble it, melt the metal and destroy you I got bouncers at the club that’ll let me in with burners And priests in my hood who won’t let me in they churches Even though I’m God and they gon' sweat me in they service So i just air em out, real petty in my verses I never ever sleep like Freddy’s in my furnace These underground clowns tryna get me in they circus But I’m deep with the subs... and I ain’t ready to surface Fuck somebody ever tryna tell me what my worth is The weight of these words is bout as heavy as the Earth is Always roll deep and stay ready for the skirmish 'Cause people plottin' on me like Many Men to Curtis So i purchase many weapons, even get me 'em refurbished I’m goin' off the grid, I’m already in the sewers About to fake my death like Eddie and the cruisers Dress sophisticated, so I’m sexier to cougars But I'm deadly when intruders try to test me with the Rugers I move like a ninja do, especially in Pumas Sittin' next to Jesus, starin' skeptically at Judas My enemies are foolish, never catch me with them losers I’ll be waitin' for 'em with machetes and bazookas Let 'em know Preem Demigodz The order is manslaughter Ap is back Come on Ap... what you waitin for? Take a deep breath... because ya don’t have another left Come on Ap... what you waitin for? Ap is back, Ap is back, Ap is back Come on Ap... what you waitin for? From Letras Mania