Rap God
OH MY GOD What have i done!? Why, whatever do you mean rapboy? Not only did you kill all the whack rappers, but my favorite ones as well what were you thinking! Well I just had to show these motherfuckers who's in charge What by obliterating them? Well how else was I supposed to let them know who's really running shit around here No, no, you're out of control, your drunk with power! Yo, let me get it, you know that I did it, my flow is outta this world, like the alien that spit acidic Middle finger to the critics and as fresh as a fitted, soon as a bet, get the honeys wet never upset When I catch wreck, like Bobba Fett down to collect, doesn't even register that I ain't taken a breath yet? Oh my God! Oh My God! West Deer Park done raised the rap God Maryland I'm reppin it, dare ya to step in it None others iller for realer the killer slash drug dealer I get bitches erotic by slinging dick like a narcotic, you want it I brought it, hit the club and get the Party started, yea The flows never ending, always ascending, while apprehending anybody who's partially comprehending Feeling limitless, quickly swallow the pill and enhance With the killer stance, swallow the mic like a neverland All up in yo bitche's pants, the second we dance I advance, at first glance go together like lettuce and ranch A born winner, schooling MC's like Principal Skinner How I murder a kill-able syllable's are no beginner Feeling high style running through your stomach like hot bowel I'm the only human being'll perfectly rap this So I'm coming for ya head like john the baptist is this This is the rapture, no camera can capture Annihilating anybody that's violating by hating I spit hotter than Satan, when he was migrating from heaven to hell Step to the mic and I shall prevail Finna blow your whole mind soon as time avail, what My wifey livin' like Oprah Matter of fact Princess Diana Cause my first name is S-I-R And I don't live like no bama See I execute my emotion through perpetual grammar Cause my stamina colder than Canada And hotter than Hades I spit more than babies infected with rabies They can't get over the fact That I'm under their skin like scabies, what it
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OH MY GOD What have i done!? Why, whatever do you mean rapboy? Not only did you kill all the whack rappers, but my favorite ones as well what were you thinking! Well I just had to show these motherfuckers who's in charge What by obliterating them? Well how else was I supposed to let them know who's really running shit around here No, no, you're out of control, your drunk with power! Yo, let me get it, you know that I did it, my flow is outta this world, like the alien that spit acidic Middle finger to the critics and as fresh as a fitted, soon as a bet, get the honeys wet never upset When I catch wreck, like Bobba Fett down to collect, doesn't even register that I ain't taken a breath yet? Oh my God! Oh My God! West Deer Park done raised the rap God Maryland I'm reppin it, dare ya to step in it None others iller for realer the killer slash drug dealer I get bitches erotic by slinging dick like a narcotic, you want it I brought it, hit the club and get the Party started, yea The flows never ending, always ascending, while apprehending anybody who's partially comprehending Feeling limitless, quickly swallow the pill and enhance With the killer stance, swallow the mic like a neverland All up in yo bitche's pants, the second we dance I advance, at first glance go together like lettuce and ranch A born winner, schooling MC's like Principal Skinner How I murder a kill-able syllable's are no beginner Feeling high style running through your stomach like hot bowel I'm the only human being'll perfectly rap this So I'm coming for ya head like john the baptist is this This is the rapture, no camera can capture Annihilating anybody that's violating by hating I spit hotter than Satan, when he was migrating from heaven to hell Step to the mic and I shall prevail Finna blow your whole mind soon as time avail, what My wifey livin' like Oprah Matter of fact Princess Diana Cause my first name is S-I-R And I don't live like no bama See I execute my emotion through perpetual grammar Cause my stamina colder than Canada And hotter than Hades I spit more than babies infected with rabies They can't get over the fact That I'm under their skin like scabies, what it