**scratch**Demigod scoundrel and my name is A-P X4nnLast year my record company was chumpin' menI showed fuck you to show they couldn't fuck with menan' I never got dropped but I needed to do something quicknso I'm packin' up my bags and I'm jumping shipnI write rhymes like a pitbull was getting my dick lickednbitches spread my notebook more than that chick flicknI'm nice with the rhymes but I'm nicer with the ladiesnleaving 'boxers' on the floor like Tyson in the 80'snI'm a D-E-M-I-G-O-D, add a Z on the end 'cause I brough my friendsnI'm known to fist fight quick and rap right like kicksnsteal the show from bigger acts with the White Stripes shitnI'm an arrogant fuck that keeps tearing it upnmy dick's so big ya chick think I'm wearing a cupnI never ever rock ?? people think they so hotnlike some Transformers raising apes for Go-Botsnbut back to the label shit, they not doing nothin'nand I'm sick of telling fans I don't know when it's comin'nthey just put out Lupe, they sleepin' on Saigonnthey barely gave Little Brother love, fuck it! I'm gone...nn**(sample)**Styles be all sick - can't fuck with the click Xnn[RYU]nYo you can't hid from the Godz, I expose all fraudsnthe cops won't find the body 'til the snows all thawednso ?? ?? you're fuckin' with a stone-cold squadnthat'll start up a revolution for a so-so causenI'm loco, ya'll, retartednif you want it it's coolnanonymous type, I'll let pirahnas loose in ya poolnI'm PCP from CT to CPTnmy crew's still No.1! like it's BDPnyou see these geeks, you're frontin' every second, you know itnyour records are hoe-ish, you wanna get respect? well then show itnI'm an acceptional poet you better look where you're goingnand hide the rifle 'cause I'm liable to go mental and blow itnschitzofrenic with rhyme 'cause I'm ahead of my timenmake the chicks say styles and the brothas say ho!nyou can't tell a muthafucka what to do when he's drunknyou wanna act like a punk, then I'll react with a pumpnit's the end of the time so I got to get minenhey yo Ap' what's the plan, hit me up when you landnI got some business to finish the God fixin' to get itnmy man E's gonna load a 16 and spit it!nn[EMILIO LOPEZ]nWith a Eagle from the Desert I bust a bumba clotnwhile I be puffin' pot, your girl be suckin' cocknAp' made drop with the mixtape donenand I'm still poppin tags by the way of the slumnthere hasn't been a 'Rican like me since the days of the Punnsorry for the delay, blame the haze in my lungsnyou know the situation with the Demigod foundationnwe stay dough-rakin', sorta sound groundbreakin'nspreadin' Cali love with the styles of beyondnI'm hot like a live a couple miles from the sunnfuck a racist, we order bottles of the Donnfucka local bitch, I'm hittin' models on my lawnnthe flow crazy, I hate it when a hoe lazynI ain't a nurse but I'll teach you how to hold babiesnonly deuce-deuce, feeling like I'm old latelyn'cause the money flows slower than a old lady.nAnd I'm used to living faster than Jeff Gordonnhittin' tellys with two bitches exploringncrew love, If I'm rich, the set ballin'nan' you fucks 'bout to go extinct like cassette walkmans.