Off The Chrome

Off The Chrome Lyrics

[Footsteps]

[Crazed fan (Apathy)]
Aiyyo Apathy, from the Demigodz, is that really you!
(Yeah, what's up man, how you doin aight?)
Yo, yo, what's up man, yo I love your sh*t!
I got all your sh*ts, yo...
Yo yo, can I get an autograph? can I get some-
Yo I got all your vinyl pieces! I got all the vinyls...
I got the one the new one, the Boom-Bap (oh word)
Yo, yo yo Apathy yo, yo please man, kick a freestyle!
I'm sayin yo, off the dome!

[Apathy]
I got little kids sittin in class fiddlin
Didn't take they Ridalin, Apathetic rolls more than Michelin
Whenever the clips start clickin and
I stab motherf**kers like they're swordfishin and they fell out the boat
(Ahhhh! ) but the fell inside of a boat filled with crocodiles
When I rock the style got the hottest style
Come off the head and blast like lead projectiles
Ya not safe in ya neighborhood like I'm a pedophile
With a van of a man, I - kill all of my fans cuz I'm paranoid
And think that they might turn into a Stan
(Jesus Christ! ) shut up, your makin my ears hurt
You'd probably sell your little sister for an Apathy T-shirt (it's true! )
I'll crack ya trachea like Dracula in Castlevania
Body-slam, crack ya back like Wrestlemania (ohh! )
Your just poor white trash with a Charles Bronson mustache (haa! )
I'll beat your ass and take your bus-pass
I'm that bully at lunch that'll snatch ya cash
To avoid my wrath you probably cut class (yeah)
Your the type to f**k an ugly b**ch and bust fast
I'll leave you gaspin like you ate Anthrax and mustard gas (ahh! )
Word up son, I'm battlin forces
I'm "made from the best stuff on Earth", a rapper Snapple endorses
And even for little weird kids
I still find time to throw a +Root Beer+ in they +Fridge+

[Crazed fan (Apathy) {Louis Logic}]
Yo yo Apathy that was so f**kin dope!
I love it! (aww man) yo yo yo yo encore, kick another one!
(Yo yo man hold up, I gotta be out man)
(But I think my man Louis Logic right here can help you out)
Ah-ah-ah... Lou? Louis Logic!
{chill, chill dude} Jesus! Oh! Factotum!
I drank my first beer, listenin to Factotum!
{ha-ha-ha, you need another one dude}
{yo I'm kinda hemmed up right now, but you know what)
{I could kick a free for you, hold up}
Yeah that's what I'm talkin about! Spit it! SPIT IT!

[Louis Logic]
Be aware, that I'm in need of a beer (I love it! )
You motherf**kers got a full pack of Squares?
I'ma steal that too, and smash you in the f**kin face
With a big piece of Chinese bamboo (hahaha! )
I'm Logical, I'm the comical one
I could kick you, right in your abdominal son (whoa! )
And I leave you on the run from the cops, and the feds
For tryin to f**k around with any rhyme that I said (ahh! )
Your a biter, I'll strike you with a brand new lighter
And slash ya f**kin face with the claws of a tiger
I'd outwrite ya, and outshine ya (kick it! )
And take ya wife out and wine and dine her (oh-hoo! )
But I don't need to do that to get the pussy
Cuz I know her legs are bushy, and I ain't tryna f**k her (ohh! )
I'll stuff a f**kin trucker in a duffel bag
Then I'll snuff his ass, f**kin fag! You should know better (ooh! )
Cuz Louis Logical, put you in a nightclub sweater
I would f**k you up, but I like hoes better (ah-ha! )
You better escape before I'm settin the date
To desicrate your face and leave you in a resting place (ah-ha! )
So let's just say, that I'm the man of the hour
With an unbelievable power to put a golden shower
Right over ya dome -- and have every motherf**ker I don't like
p**sed off, while I'm soakin ya clothes (I LOVE YOU! )

[Crazed fan (Louis Logic)]
Ahaha! Ah bravo bravo! (thank you, thank you haha)
I love you! I love you! Louis?
Lou? Can I call you Lou? (call me sh*thead dude) I LOVE YOU!
That was... you're a star! That was the best! f**kIN JESUS!
(Ohh boy this kid...)
These are the best freestyles I've ever heard in my life!
(Yo man you think that was some sh*t man?)
(Snoozy motherf**kers bout to find out, check out my man Celph Titled)
(Yo, spit that sh*t...) AHHHHHHH!

[Celph Titled]
Celph Titled never freestyles? f**k that! (ah! )
I'd rather put a gun to your back, nigga, f**k rap! (ooh! )
Crucify you to the wall with a thousand thumb tacks
You dumb cats are dumb wack - here's your f**kin tongue back!
I should spray you for lookin as gay as you do
You look like a f**kin surfer ah - I HATE YOU! (oh Jesus! )
I'll hanglide into your ride and slice ya throat
Wrap your dead body up in a Cardigan coat (oh my God! )
Shout out to Magic [?], I been dope since I first met him
And that was back in 1910!
I shine like flashed from Kodak, reflected off Kojak's head
I'll leave you wet like Bill Clinton's face (ah! )
f**k Dan Quayle I'll go quail huntin
And shoot you in the face for frontin! (Jesus! )
So go get your orange vest, I'll punch ya head off ya chest
Molest your mom while you off in a gay prom wearin a cumberbun!
I'm the thunderous one - Celph Titled ain't a nigga seein me son
You couldn't kick verses if you played soccer, with a Bible
I'm so vital I'll play [?] organs at church
This is the last time I let 'em come off the dome, so search
On the internet and find 800 different records with my name on it!
(Jesus no! ) You're a faggot wearing a bonnet! With a rainbow on it!
I'm the Don, I'm the king, I'm numero uno!
I'll terrorize your execution on dada mundo!

[Crazed fan: half-choking half-yelling]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Apathy! Louis Logic! and Celph Titled!
Ahh! The Demigodz!...