Off the Chrome lyrics

[Intro: Crazed fan + (Apathy)]
*footsteps*
Ayo 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!

[Verse 1: Apathy]
I got little kids sittin' in class fiddlin
Didn't take they Ritalin, Apathetic rolls more than Michelin
Whenever the clips start clickin' and
I stab motherf*ckers like they're swordfishin' and they fell out the boat (Ahhhh!)
But the fell inside of a moat 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 'cause I'm paranoid
And think that they might turn into a Stan
(Jesus Christ!) Shut up, you're 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!)
You're 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'd probably cut class (yeah)
You're the type to f*ck an ugly b*tch 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 their fridge
[Interlude: Crazed fan + (Apathy) + {Louis Logic}]
Yo yo Apathy that was so f*ckin' 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!

[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
Be aware that I'm in need of a beer (I love it!)
You motherf*ckers got a full pack of Squares?
I'mma steal that too, and smash you in the f*ckin' 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*ck around with any rhyme that I said (ahh!)
You're a biter, I'll strike you with a brand new lighter
And smash ya f*ckin' face with the claws of a tiger
I'd outwrite ya, and outshine ya (kick it!)
And take your wife out and wine and dine her (oh-hoo!)
But I don't need to do that to get the pus*y
Because I know her legs are bushy, and I ain't tryna f*ck her (ohh!)
I'll stuff a f*ckin' trucker in a duffel bag
Then I'll snuff his ass, f*ckin' fag! You should know better (ooh!)
'Cause Louis Logical'll put you in a nightclub sweater
I would f*ck 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*cker I don't like p*ssed off, while I'm soakin' ya clothes (I LOVE YOU!)
[Interlude: 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*ckIN' 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*ckers 'bout to find out, check out my man Celph Titled
Yo, spit that sh*t...) AHHHHHHH!

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
Celph Titled never freestyles? f*ck that! (ah!)
I'd rather put a gun to your back, n*gga, f*ck rap! (ooh!)
Crucify you to the wall with a thousand thumb tacks
You dumb cats are dumb wack, here's your f*ckin' tongue back!
I should spray you for lookin' as gay as you do
You look like a f*ckin' surfer [?] 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 Majik Most, I been dope since I first met him
And that was back in 1910
I shine like flashes from Kodak reflectin' off of Kojak's head
I'll leave you wet like Bill Clinton's face (ah!)
f*ck 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 c*mberbund
I'm the thunderous one, Celph Titled ain't a n*gga seein' me son
You couldn't kick verses if you played soccer, with a Bible
I'm so vital I'll play your vital 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 televise your execution on telemundo
[Outro: Crazed fan: *half-choking half-yelling*]
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Apathy! Louis Logic! and Celph Titled!
Ahh! The Demigodz!