Look I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your
feelings
But I’m only going to get this one chance
Something wrong I can feel it
Its just I feel it in my guts
Like something about to happen but I don’t know what
If that mean what I think it means were in trouble big
trouble
And if he’s banana as you say I’m not taking any
chances
You’re just what the doctor ordered
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox
slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot so call me rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen will go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Every since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut sacks
I’m a MC still as honest but as rude as indecent as all
hell syllables
Killaholic kill 'em all with
This slickety gibbedy hibbedy hiphop you don’t really
want to get into a
Pissing match with this rappidy rap packing a Mac in
the back of a Ac pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac
And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrically
acrobats stunts while I’m practicing
I’ll be able break a mother f*cking table over the back
of a couple of f*gg*ts and crack it in half
Only realize he was ironic I was signed to aftermath
after the fact
How could I not blow all I do is drop F bombs
Feel my wrath of attack rappers are having a rough
time period
Here'ss a maxi pad its actually disasterly bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing
masterpiece as
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box
slap box?
Let me show you maintaining that shit ain’t that hard
that hard
Everybody wants the key and the secrets to rapping
mortality like I have got
Well to be truthful the blue prints simply raging
youthful exuberance
Everybody loves the root of a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid did nothing but shoot to
the moon since “phew”
MC get taking to school with this music cause I use it as
a vehicle
To bust a rhyme now I lead a new school full of
students
Me I’m a product of Rakim Lakim shabazz 2pac
N.W.A Cube hey doc Ren yella Easy thank you they got
slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up blow up and be in
a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them to the
motherf*cking
Rock n roll hall of fame even though I walk in the
church and burst in a ball of flames
Only hall of fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
on the wall of shame
You f*gs think it’s a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking tell me what in the fuck are you
thinking
Little g*y looking boy so g*y I can barely say it with a
straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre like your watching a church
gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey that boy is gay that’s all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up pat on the back and a way to go
from your label everyday looking boy
Hey looking boy what you say looking boy I got a hell
yeah from Dre looking boy
I’mma work for everything I have never asked nobody
for sh*t get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable to be keep
up with the same pace looking boy
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod back nod
The way I’m racing around the track call me Nascar
Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park the white trash god
Kneel before Generals Zod this planet's krypton no
asgard asgard
So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin you rodent I’m
omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading immediately with there
bombs I’m toteing
And I should not be woken I’m walking dead but I’m
just a talking head a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I’m out my rhyming noodle
We have nothing in common poodle
I’m a Doberman pinch yourself in the arm and pay
homage pupil
Its me my honesty’s brutal
But its honesty futile if I don’t utilize that I do though
For good at least once in awhile so I wanna make sure
somewhere chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some
people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punch lines
Just in case cause even if you’re unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I was king of the
underground but I still rap like I’m on a Pharoahe
Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine
appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor
you like that one line I said on I'm back from Marshall
Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from
Columbine
Put 'em all in line add an AK-47 a revolver and one
nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was
but I’m morphed into an immortal
Coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though and I
don’t know what the f*ck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless like Rapunzel with f*cking cornrows
You're like normal f*ck being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future to just
come and shoot ya
Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a f*g at Mayweather pad
singing to a man while that played piano
Man oh man that was a 24/7 special on the cable
channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next
day
Hey fab I’mma kill you lyrics coming at you at
supersonic speed (JJ Fad)
Uh sama lama dama lama you assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m
superhuman
Innovative made of rubber so anything you saying
ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating more than demonstrating how to give
a mother f*cking audience a feeling like it’s levitating
Never fading and I know that all the haters are forever
waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off they’d be
celebrating
Cause I know that way to get ‘em motivated
I make elevating music you make elevator music
Oh he’s too mainstream well that’s what they do when
they get jealous they confuse it
Its not hip hop its pop cause I found a hella way to fuse
it
With rock shocked rap with Doc throw on lose yourself
and make 'em lose it
I don’t know how to make songs like that I don’t know
what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
Its curtains I'm inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove that if you’re
half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too
School flunky pill junky but look at the accolades the
skill brung me
Full of myself but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do that I put my mind
to
And I’m a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues but its still tongue in cheek
f*ck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the f*cking wheel I’m asleep in
the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the boys still chunky but funky
But in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and
struggling
Angels fight with devils and here’s what they want from
me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that
I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But f*ck it life’s handing you lemons make lemonade
then
But if I cant batter the women how the f*ck am I
supposed to bake them a cake then
Don’t mistake it for satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas to
take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face don’t be a retard
Be a king think not why be a king when you can be a
god
feelings
But I’m only going to get this one chance
Something wrong I can feel it
Its just I feel it in my guts
Like something about to happen but I don’t know what
If that mean what I think it means were in trouble big
trouble
And if he’s banana as you say I’m not taking any
chances
You’re just what the doctor ordered
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox
slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot so call me rapbot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen will go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Every since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut sacks
I’m a MC still as honest but as rude as indecent as all
hell syllables
Killaholic kill 'em all with
This slickety gibbedy hibbedy hiphop you don’t really
want to get into a
Pissing match with this rappidy rap packing a Mac in
the back of a Ac pack backpack rap yep yackidy yac
And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrically
acrobats stunts while I’m practicing
I’ll be able break a mother f*cking table over the back
of a couple of f*gg*ts and crack it in half
Only realize he was ironic I was signed to aftermath
after the fact
How could I not blow all I do is drop F bombs
Feel my wrath of attack rappers are having a rough
time period
Here'ss a maxi pad its actually disasterly bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing
masterpiece as
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box
slap box?
Let me show you maintaining that shit ain’t that hard
that hard
Everybody wants the key and the secrets to rapping
mortality like I have got
Well to be truthful the blue prints simply raging
youthful exuberance
Everybody loves the root of a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid did nothing but shoot to
the moon since “phew”
MC get taking to school with this music cause I use it as
a vehicle
To bust a rhyme now I lead a new school full of
students
Me I’m a product of Rakim Lakim shabazz 2pac
N.W.A Cube hey doc Ren yella Easy thank you they got
slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up blow up and be in
a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them to the
motherf*cking
Rock n roll hall of fame even though I walk in the
church and burst in a ball of flames
Only hall of fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
on the wall of shame
You f*gs think it’s a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking tell me what in the fuck are you
thinking
Little g*y looking boy so g*y I can barely say it with a
straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre like your watching a church
gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey that boy is gay that’s all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up pat on the back and a way to go
from your label everyday looking boy
Hey looking boy what you say looking boy I got a hell
yeah from Dre looking boy
I’mma work for everything I have never asked nobody
for sh*t get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you’re never gonna be capable to be keep
up with the same pace looking boy
I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
All my people from the front to the back nod back nod
The way I’m racing around the track call me Nascar
Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park the white trash god
Kneel before Generals Zod this planet's krypton no
asgard asgard
So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin you rodent I’m
omnipotent
Let off then I’m reloading immediately with there
bombs I’m toteing
And I should not be woken I’m walking dead but I’m
just a talking head a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I’m out my rhyming noodle
We have nothing in common poodle
I’m a Doberman pinch yourself in the arm and pay
homage pupil
Its me my honesty’s brutal
But its honesty futile if I don’t utilize that I do though
For good at least once in awhile so I wanna make sure
somewhere chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some
people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punch lines
Just in case cause even if you’re unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I was king of the
underground but I still rap like I’m on a Pharoahe
Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes but sometimes when you combine
appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor
you like that one line I said on I'm back from Marshall
Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from
Columbine
Put 'em all in line add an AK-47 a revolver and one
nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was
but I’m morphed into an immortal
Coming through the portal
You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though and I
don’t know what the f*ck that you rhyme for
You’re pointless like Rapunzel with f*cking cornrows
You're like normal f*ck being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future to just
come and shoot ya
Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a f*g at Mayweather pad
singing to a man while that played piano
Man oh man that was a 24/7 special on the cable
channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next
day
Hey fab I’mma kill you lyrics coming at you at
supersonic speed (JJ Fad)
Uh sama lama dama lama you assuming I’m a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I’m
superhuman
Innovative made of rubber so anything you saying
ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating more than demonstrating how to give
a mother f*cking audience a feeling like it’s levitating
Never fading and I know that all the haters are forever
waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off they’d be
celebrating
Cause I know that way to get ‘em motivated
I make elevating music you make elevator music
Oh he’s too mainstream well that’s what they do when
they get jealous they confuse it
Its not hip hop its pop cause I found a hella way to fuse
it
With rock shocked rap with Doc throw on lose yourself
and make 'em lose it
I don’t know how to make songs like that I don’t know
what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
Its curtains I'm inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove that if you’re
half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too
School flunky pill junky but look at the accolades the
skill brung me
Full of myself but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do that I put my mind
to
And I’m a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues but its still tongue in cheek
f*ck you
I’m drunk so Satan take the f*cking wheel I’m asleep in
the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the boys still chunky but funky
But in my head there’s something I can feel tugging and
struggling
Angels fight with devils and here’s what they want from
me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that
I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But f*ck it life’s handing you lemons make lemonade
then
But if I cant batter the women how the f*ck am I
supposed to bake them a cake then
Don’t mistake it for satan
It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas to
take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face don’t be a retard
Be a king think not why be a king when you can be a
god
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