(X2)
Live from the shores of the east
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace
I never sweat the competition, I'm accomplishing more
Like a gun connoisseur in a communist war
Indestructible, Ap is as hard as the Iron Curtain
Find a virgin, I'm inserting shit inside her like a surgeon
You're a serpent, I can see you slithering like you from Slytherin
Light your body on fire, piss on you while heat is sizzling
Here's one for the sinners, hold up your middle fingers
For all them strippers getting older and bitter
For all them single mothers that cannot afford they babysitters
So they copping liquor then call me to come through and dick her
Get the picture? Life isn't always a happy ending
I'm cool with being positive but not cool with pretending
'Cause way back in the day when it was still Harvard hockey
Around the time when Michael Skakel murdered Martha Moxley
My father met my mommy and the rest was kind of foggy
But he shot me in her womb and then I grew into her body
The only son of Rodney, my legacy is godly
The Demigodz posse, the opposites of Gandhi
The east coast rapist, Donkey Kong, Masta mason
Mass invasion of the greatest rappers that'll bash your face in
(X2)
Live from the shores of the east
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace
You are now listening to the sounds of Connecticut Casual
Representing for all of New England
Apathy, Demigodz
You rich motherfuckers better lock up your yachts real tight
Yeah, shout out to Watts Hill
This is like breathing mustard gas and walking on crushed up glass
New jacks cut class and you'll get fucked up fast
I'm so powerful, words of a wizard who casts hexes
Da Vinci on his deathbed drawing his last sketches
I'm reckless, shotgun blast to the solar plexus
Looking to the east, I'm as deep as Masonic lectures
Y'all are cheap as Lexus, fronting with Honda engines
I'm beyond dimensions of your common comprehension
And your Comic-Con conventions, I'm Amun-Ra's vengeance
I'm Unicron eating up planets and shitting remnants
I use the blood of gods to power my ship's engines
I'm hiding under cars and slicing Achilles tendons
You can feel the tension, terrible, horrifying
Swing a sword of iron, mortals are crying "Oh Lord, I'm dying!"
Try cauterizing wounds but the coroner's arriving
In the wars that I'm surviving got natives immortalized in
Every verse that I'm designing like Egyptians did Orion
Like Neptune with a trident but I ain't even trying
I ain't even lying, I'm relaxing on a giant Voltron lion
And flying through space when Ap is rhyming
(X2)
Live from the shores of the east
Where the rich beast travel to feast
Old money that pays off police
Martha Moxley, rest in peace
The next day, her body was found in the Moxley's yard hidden
Under a tree. She had been brutally beaten and stabbed to death
