Ryu - Dead In The Middle lyrics

...Where are you? [Hook] Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily [Verse 1: Ryu] Dead in the middle, I'm 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 f**ing mama grocery shopping And shot up her Honda Civic The Demigodz In'ifada[Intifada] Bin Laden with Dodger fitteds I let the money talk, I don't holler at b**hes My competition is missing, maybe it doesn't exist Like global warming I'm warning these motherf**ers so listen I'll bring a storm to your city, so I'm normally sh**ty You'll 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, it's the Godz so get it right No need to look around, you know right where to find me, aight? [Hook] [Verse 2: Celph Titled] It's the end of the world as we know it, so pop the cork I got a jansport filled with explosives Bring 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 b**h worship my nuts, I guess she sacrilegious And that's what happens when your rap is vicious Sadomasochistic, snapping pictures of captured victims In my dungeon won't feed you Leave you 'till you're just a carca** Turn a major label rapper back to a starving artist Who's the hardest motherf**er? Yes I am My porcupine grenade'll 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] [Verse 3: Apathy] f** 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, I'm Jesus look into my eyes I'm the savior mixed with Satan, no surprise I'm American with mental terrorisms televised I'm the angel, the Antichrist all in one I'm a priest, I'm a thug, I'm a nun with a gun I'm the pope, the Colombian who imports dope Police who pump coke that they stole from the broke I'm the seventeen year old rocking fake dookie ropes I'm the one who think the 9/11 sh** was a hoax Got a Glock, rottweiler, and a pocket full of cash If the world goes crazy when the stock market crash I'm dead in the middle of a Ritalin binge Dead in the middle of a bed with identical twins Yes, I'm dead in the middle [Hook]