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RAP JESUS (REMIX) MESUS
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, ANY TIME 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 AIR OR THE CHECK 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 BALLS 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 GONE, 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
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