...Where are you? [Hook] x2 Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didnt do diddily [Verse 1 Ryu] Dead in the middle, Im 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, Inifada Bin Laden with Dodger fitteds I let the money talk, I dont holler at bitches My competition is missing, maybe it doesnt exist Like global warming Im warning these motherfuckers so listen Ill bring a storm to your city, so abnormally shitty Youll 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, its the Godz so get it right No need to look around, you know right where to find me, aight? Dead in the middle... [Hook] x2 Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didnt do diddily [Verse 2 Celph Titled] Its 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 thats what happens when your rap is vicious Sadomasochistic, snapping pictures of captured victims In my dungeon wont feed you Leave you till youre just a carcass Turn a major label rapper back to a starving artist Whos the hardest motherfucker? Yes I am My porcupine grenadell 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 [Hook] x2 Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didnt do diddily [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, Im Jesus, look into my eyes Im the savior mixed with Satan, no surprise Im American with mental terrorisms televised Im the angel, the Antichrist all in one Im a priest, Im a thug, Im a nun with a gun Im the pope, the Colombian who imports dope Police who pump coke that they stole from the broke Im the seventeen year old rocking fake dookie ropes Im the one who think the 911 shit was a hoax Got a Glock, rottweiler, and a pocket full of cash If the world goes crazy when the stock market crash Im dead in the middle of a Ritalin binge Dead in the middle of a bed with identical twins Yes, Im dead in the middle [Hook] x4 Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didnt do diddily
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