Look I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
Just a feeling I've got like something's about to happen but I don't know what
If that means what I think it means we're in trouble big trouble and if he is as bananas as you say I'm not taking any chances
You were 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 slap box slap box
They said I rap like a robot so call me rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half ****it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his *******
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac backpack rap crap yap-yap yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a mother******' table
Over the back of a couple of ******s and crack it in half
Only realized it 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's a Maxi-Pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
Cause 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 this ****ain't that hard that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the 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 Eazy thank you they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up blow up and being in a position
To meet Run-D M C and induct them into the mother******' 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 fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking tell me what in the ****are you thinking
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a ********
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey that boy's 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 ask nobody for ****get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy
Cause 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 General 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 these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead but I'm just a talking head a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle
We have nothing in common poodle
I'm a doberman pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage pupil
It's me my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this 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 punchlines just in case cause even you 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 my 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 the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line add an AK-47 a revolver and a
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