Apathy - Martha Moxley (R.I.P.)

Apathy - "Martha Moxley (R.I.P.)" Produced by Apathy Pre-order Apathy's "Connecticut Casual" album NOW at http://www.demigodzstore.com Available on CD, vinyl and limited edition cassette! Special pre-order bundles with exclusive T-shirt and additional merch is in the DemigodzStore now. Thanks for all your support. From the album "Connecticut Casual" - in stores June 3rd Video directed by Andrew Camacho @officialcamacho E-mail [email protected] for videos. Filmed in New London CT Hook Live from the shores of the east Where the rich beast, travel to feast Old money that pays off police... Martha Moxley, rest in peace verse 1 I never sweat competition I'm accomplishin more... Like a gun connoisseur In a communist war Indestructible... Ap is as hard as the iron curtain Find a virgin I'm insertin shit inside her Like a surgeon You're serpent I can see you slitherin Like you from slytherin Light ya body on fire Piss on you I hear you sizzlin' .... Here's one for the sinners Hold up ya middle fingers For all the strippers Gettin' older and bitter For all single mothers That cannot afford they babysitter So they coppin' liquor And call me to come thru and dick her Get the picture? Life isn't always a happy ending I'm cool with being positive But not cool with pretending Cuz way back in the day When there was still Hartford hockey Around the time when Michael skakel Murdered Martha Moxley My father met my mommy And the rest was kinda foggy But he shot me in her womb And then I grew in to a body The only son of Rodney My legacy is Godly The Demigod posse The opposites of Ghandi The east coast rapist, Honkey Kong Master Mason Mass invasion Of the greatest Rappers that'll bash ya face in... Hook Live from the shores of the east Where the rich beast, travel to feast Old money that pays off police... Martha Moxley, rest in peace verse 2 This is like... Breathing mustard gas Or walkin' on crushed up glass New jacks cut class And you'll get fucked up fast I'm so powerful Words of a wizard Who cast hexes Davinci on his death bed Drawin his last sketches I'm reckless... Shot gun blast to the solar plexus Look unto the east I'm as deep as Masonic lectures Y'all are cheap as Lexus Frontin' with Honda engines I'm beyond dimensions Of your common comprehension And your Comi-Con conventions I'm Amon Ra's vengeance I'm Unicron... Eatin' up planets and shittin' remnants I use the blood of gods to power My ship's engines I'm hidin' under cars and slicin' Achilles tendons You can feel the tension... Terrible, horrifying Swing a sword of iron Mortals are cryin "Oh lord I'm dyin!" Tried courterizing wounds But the coroners arrivin' And the wars that I'm survivin' Got natives immortalizin' Every verse that I'm designin' Like Egyptians did Orion Like Neptune with a triton but... I ain't even tryin'.... I ain't even lyin' I'm relaxin' on a giant Voltron lion And flyin through space When Ap is rhyming' Hook Live from the shores of the east Where the rich beast, travel to feast Old money that pays off police... Martha Moxley, rest in peace