[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 %#@!!

I got all your %#@!s, 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 mother$#&@ers 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 $$# 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 $#&@ an ugly (*##$ 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 $#&@in 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 mother$#&@ers got a full pack of Squares?
I'ma steal that too, and smash you in the $#&@in 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 $#&@ around with any rhyme that I said (ahh! )
Your a biter, I'll strike you with a brand new lighter
And slash ya $#&@in 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 #~!!@

Cuz I know her legs are bushy, and I ain't tryna $#&@ her (ohh! )
I'll stuff a $#&@in trucker in a duffel bag
Then I'll snuff his $$#, $#&@in !@$)! You should know better (ooh! )

Cuz Louis Logical, put you in a nightclub sweater
I would $#&@ 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 mother$#&@er I don't like
Pissed 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 %#@!head dude) I LOVE YOU!
That was... you're a star! That was the best! !#@*IN JESUS!
(Ohh boy this kid...)
These are the best freestyles I've ever heard in my life!

(Yo man you think that was some %#@! man?)
(Snoozy mother$#&@ers bout to find out, check out my man Celph Titled)
(Yo, spit that %#@!...) AHHHHHHH!

[Celph Titled]

Celph Titled never freestyles? $#&@ that! (ah! )
I'd rather put a gun to your back, ^!$$%, $#&@ rap! (ooh! )
Crucify you to the wall with a thousand thumb tacks
You dumb cats are dumb wack - here's your $#&@in tongue back!
I should spray you for lookin as gay as you do

You look like a $#&@in 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! )
$#&@ 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###berbun!
I'm the thunderous one - Celph Titled ain't a ^!$$% 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 !@$)got 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!...