God Complex

When I look between the two I find a pattern Hoes and todays rappers Their brains don't fuckin matter One word and they'll shatter When I write I'm like the hatter Cause I'm mad and I'm dapper Puff the green and ink splatters There once was a slut Who liked to take it up the butt And the dunce wants the nut Tried to put me in a rut If you don't wanna ride Sounds like you need to cut "I already tried" Bitch look at your gut Saying yes to you would be the real test, bitch Paying less now cause you lack in chest, bitch Straining my eyes since you started to undress, bitch I'm taking a rest The blood in my dick got repossessed You a double bagger hoe Just want a piece of all the dough I got your mommas number though And snuck threw her bedroom window She gave me the best god damn blow I ever did receive that's where I wrote this flow and shot her in the dome With my dick you know Motherfucker look around We in the pound So lemme break it down, for you I'm the best lyrical rapper around Even in your own town I get around Fuckin bitches down Like a filthy fucking hound I take em' to the ground Tie em' till they're bound Fuck em' like a boarhound I ain't wasting time on ugly ass bitches That's the bottom line you below chasing these riches The grind took over my mind It's like a fuckin sickness The rhymes fill the lines you a fuckin eye witness You're ass hurts cause that's where my fist is You're last, I'm first that's why you get frizzed You're passed I'm versed that's just where it is I'm racked you're pursed and that is just biz Take a fucking hint and get to stepping I ain't messing Motherfucker I'm a blessing You can't write and need a lesson Why you stressing Is it cuz I keep you guessing I'm professing Your bad music needs addressing It's depressing and repressing Stick to the same flow we all know You ain't make the goals Your brain froze All these dirty ass hoes Putting makeup on toes Gonna take up the woes Motherfuckers gonna decompose You aren't gonna be hot just because of some clothes And starving yourself isn't gonna make up for all the hot cocoas You don't even know how to hold a conversation When I know your dialogue I get a evil sensation I don't know if my headache and your face is in relation Wash your hands and maybe you'll have a fuckin revelation When I look between the two I find a pattern Hoes and todays rappers Their brains don't fuckin matter One word and they'll shatter When I write I'm like the hatter Cause I'm mad and I'm dapper Puff the green and ink splatters What you thought I was fuckin done? Nah you stupid bitch imma be number one I got the vocal lethality of a big ass gun And there is no world where you can take me one on one I got a semi auto 30 round .308 No debate I will be the one to close your fate Motherfucker I will be there on the day You get to heavens gate Give it to you straight Shove my barrel up your ass Give you a big old blast Before I give your bitch the shaft She be accin' mad daft Screaming everywhere like bitch that's just half Pay you like the slut you are and give you a buck in cash It ain't my fault your rhymes are trash When I write on the paper it turns to ash When I hear your beats I swear you button mash Everything I make is better then you, I have a whole stash You can't tell me that I'm acting rash Every fucking bar I write lands with a crash I've never heard of backlash Only the hot flash of the gat that I hid in a cache When I look between the two I find a pattern Hoes and todays rappers Their brains don't fuckin matter One word and they'll shatter When I write I'm like the hatter Cause I'm mad and I'm dapper Puff the green and ink splatters