Dead in the Middle (Acapella)

(Ooh! Where are you?)

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know -, know

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

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 fucking mama grocery shoppin'

And shot up her Honda Civic

The Demigodz, intifada, Bin Laden with Dodger fitteds

I let the money talk, I don't holler at bitches

My competition is missing, maybe it doesn't exist

Like global warming, I'm warning these motherfuckers, so listen

I'll bring a storm to your city, so abnormally shitty

You'll be doing rain dances in the streets like Diddy

You ready to get retarded, lawless, raw bar?

Hoppin' in a bar, forget where you parked (ooh! Where are you?)

You know the R is

Dead in the middle while we sippin' a 40

Riddle your whip with so many shots

You thought we were Soviets, homie

No, no, no, no, it's the 'Godz who get it right

No need to look around, you know right where to find me, a'ight?

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

It's the end of the world as we know it, so pop the cork

I got a JanSport filled with explosives (yeah)

Bring your corpse crispy down in Corpus Christi

My instruments hollow out pianos and leave every organ empty (ha-ha)

I got greasy with a groupie, and I smacked her britches (uh-huh)

The bitch worship my nuts, I guess she sacrilegious (oh)

And that's what happens when your rap is vicious (yes)

Sadomasochistic, snapping pictures of captured victims

In my dungeon, won't feed you (no)

Leave you 'til you're just a carcass

Turn a major label rapper back to a starvin' artist (hm)

Who's the hardest motherfucker? Yes, I am

My porcupine grenade'll hit you wherever the spikes land (wow)

I am my own hype man, so who's ever standing next to me

Has got to be the goddamn Boogeyman

I make the cookie blam (blam), the biscuit go off

The ratchet have a seizure (whoo!)

Make it sneeze and blow your nose off (brr)

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know that -

Fuck 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 17-year-old rocking fake dookie ropes

I'm the one who think the 9/11 shit was a hoax (whoo!)

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 of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddily

Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know

That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly (ooh)

Sister, sister, please, please, get me some water

Get me some water, please