God of Rap Lyrics

I'm the god of rap

Like Gwen Stefani I make you holla back

Audio crack difference is I make you smarter in math

Snap back to reality like a starter cap

To charge is wack i'm large and black, infact lets start with facts

I'm far from hacks and I don't take material

Like a filthy casual like a Tony Hawk manual

It's fast or slow like your friends convincing you to smoke some dro

I'm harder than working construction with open toes

A monstrous nose for awesome coke

I'm that nigga looks familiar but you ain't seen before

Like that nigga doing your mom and then splits out

Only calls her when hes drunk as fuck

I push my luck, Looking for a beaver with a bushy butt

And enough problems for the both of us

I done touched on everything like its oxygen

A fox with hens, I box with men

Who talk like Mike Tyson After fought with them

Hey internet is Jeff awesome yet?

Real talk I don't feel yall

Bunch a pussies like ya need ballz

Bitch ass looking like a see saw

See yall hating like when Peewee paws

To get down and dirty

But he got it worse than having to wipe down a clean off

Pockets looking like a mosh pit of mule

Like this guap isn't stopping

And to top it off hot chicks are getting topless

For them rock sniffs, love it love this

Get my bucks in like paper on your muffins

Getting all these riches smoking weed all day

Getting all these bitches they be on that yay

I ain't saying nuttin' bitches so stunning

Hit from the back until her muff spits

Lovely old hoes fuck me

I be so on it haters leave in coffins

Cost em they life think they on shit

Douchebags versus God sent

I'm so beast

I'm so street

When they try to walk over me ankles meet teeth

And I'm fuckin awesome call me mr. Possum

Rode in with a shotgun, spitting flames call it hot tongue

Melt so hot sun, when iI start to spit they all run

Aw fuck can't get a friend cause they all ducked

I'm a little cocky with a little rocky

Mixed with Gin and Juice and coffee

Try to stop me

You can not stop this, You can not top this

Global radios you couldn't get played on your walk-men

Three mexicans in your trunk this is hot shit

More explosive than world war three black ops shit

Only see black through my optics

So when the light hits me they call me Illuminati

Fuckin Nazi's they'd rather judge me

For the truth is something thou cannot see

I'm free