Martha Moxley (Rest in Peace)

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
 I never sweat the competition I'm accomplishing more
 Like a gun connoisseur in a communist war
 Indestructible, Ap is as hard as the iron curtain
 Find a virgin, I'm inserting shit inside her like a surgeon
 You're a serpent I can see you slithering like you from Slytherin
 Light ya body on fire, piss on you I hear you sizzling
 Here's one for the sinners, hold up ya middle fingers
 For all the strippers getting older and bitter
 For all single mothers that cannot afford they babysitter
 So they copping liquor then 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 Demigodz 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
 You are now listening to the sounds of Connecticut Casual
 Representing, for all of New England
 Apathy, Demigodz
 You rich motherfuckers better lock up your yachts real tight
 Shoutout to?
 This is like breathing mustard gas
 Or walking 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
 Da vinci on his death bed drawing 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 fronting with Honda engines
 I'm beyond dimensions of your common comprehension
 And your Comi-Con conventions, I'm Amun-Ra's vengeance
 I'm Unicron, eating up planets and shitting remnants
 I use the blood of gods to power my ship's engines
 I'm hiding under cars and slicing Achilles tendons
 You can feel the tension
 Terrible, horrifying, swing a sword of iron
 Mortals are crying, "Oh Lord I'm dying!"
 Tried courterizing wounds but the coroners arriving
 And the wars that I'm surviving got natives immortalizing
 Every verse that I'm designing like Egyptians did Orion
 Like Neptune with a triton but, I ain't even trying
 I ain't even lying, I'm relaxing on a giant Voltron Lion
 And flying through space when Ap is rhyming
 The next day, her body was found in the Moxleys yard
 Hidden under the retreat, she had been brutally beaten and stabbed to death