I'm no rap god or a rap devil
I'm the rap jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus?
That's me, shit
Hell nah, I don't fuck with three six
I'm no rap god or a rap devil
I'm the rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus?
That's me, shit
Hell nah, I don't fuck with three six
Rap used to be a dream to me
Now I'm the source of these rappers nightmares
And I'm lightyears ahead of you
And if you think that I'm playin'
You're playin' yourself like a video game
And your name on the jersey, the state of emergency
Currently I am in need of some currency
Don't say a word to me or you'll end up in the verse with me
It'll look like a fuckin' murder scene
Losing my patience, please don't approach me
Give me my paycheck, know that you owe me
That go for anybody, anywhere, anytime of the day
Bitch, just give me this money
'Cause this is a stickup, I pick up on fear like pitbull
And pick you apart while you pick at your pimples
This shit is so simple, I rip with a sickle
Then rip you and slit you in bits of bone and tissue
Wooo, battle me, huh, good luck with that
I will fuck you up so fuckin' fast, so fuckin' fast
That your ass be like "fuck was that?"
You better watch your fuckin' back
Who?
You, if you fuckin' rap
I'll go off of tracks and already pass all of y'all
Time to get fuckin' lapped
My time is valuable, don't fuck with that
Hannibal and I will fuckin' snap
Cannibal hannibal, fuck a snack
I'll have your whole family in oven pans
Then they're like "man, how fucked up is that?"
I am not playing, don't fuckin' laugh
I will bite all of your fingers off
Watch who you pointin' them fuckin' fingers at
Middle finger who?
Middle finger you
Middle finger the whole game when I'm coming through
Middle fingers in the air like I'm here for the heir for the chair
Yeah and I ain't gonna middle finger share
Middle finger her, middle finger him
Middle finger to the world, sit and spin
Middle finger 'til my middle fingers broke (both!)
Until the world middle finger end
I don't give a middle finger
Bitch I'm gonna hit you and leave you within an inch
You get a glimpse of you at the gates that i created
Or hades for dissin' me, bitch, you get the picture?
Like IG, I go in like IV's
We poison like ivy that's why I be
On my knees like "God, please!
Make these voices stop, make the voices stop."
I don't mean to be a dick but if you have a dick
How the hell could you tell if you boys or not
Boy you got some nerve sayin' them words
Man, fuck that I observe from outer space
And I'm fed up with this whole world
Like Mike Tyson, I eat your kids
No homo, yo I sleep with chicks
But I'm wifed up to this rap shit
'Cause I'm ice cold when that beat hits, shit
What do i know?
I'm just a nobody named Mesus
Droppin' f-bombs like i can't catch
Catch my breath then drop that remix
Oh you thought I was done, huh?
Hell nah, comin' straight outta nowhere
No rap god, no rap devil
Just rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus?
That's me, shit
Hell nah, I don't fuck around with three six
Dad, dad, please don't be mad
Cause I'm cussin' like a motherfucker
But I'm gonna have to show this fuckin' world
I'm better than Gunner
Plus I'm not afraid to lob grenades at Mr. Not Afraid
Skill level?
Kill devils, time to prey
But I don't mean pray like talk to God for you
I mean prey like i've got a coffin bought for you
Boy you have no fuckin' clue who you just woke up
I'm not in your scope cause I'm right at your throat
Fuck a status, I'm no one, I already know that
But not cause of skill cause I've already shown that
I'm from a era where Biggie King
And if you can't scrap, don't get in the ring
You come at Mesus, don't forget the name
Diss me, bitch, I'll kill you and piss on your grave
Hail mary, Pac probably rollin' in his grave
Then bust at Puff, fat motherfuckers think he playin'
Better watch the fuck out, motherfucker I ain't playin'
Hop on stage and take the mic from you like I'm Kanye
And watch you stand there like Swift did
And cry about it like a rich kid
Give a swift kick to this whole fuckin' rap game
Shootin' everybody like I can't aim
Plus I can't say they damn name cause I don't know 'em
Yung this, lil that, fact is neither one can rap
Plus they take it in the back, why I gotta go there?
Cause there's nowhere that I won't go
For the goats chair a.k.a. throne, yeah
Guess it's time to wrap it up
Hip hop on a track, tear a rabbit up
Piss in your Cheerios and your Cap'n Crunch
Diss me, pop pop, killshot, bag 'em up
Yeah, yeah, comin' straight outta nowhere
Haha, pop pop, killshot, bag 'em up