Look Hypnotized by the illuminati wear triangles talk about alchemy that I worship Satan rock devil horns and rap about it me and rick rubin wrote this song to prove wrong
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-cock 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 Lewinski feeling on his nutsack I’m an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill ‘em all with) 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 at the exact same time I-attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 masterpiace
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 shit 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 Hit the earth like an asteroid did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM) MC’s get taken to school with this music ‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to ‘bust a 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 be in a position - To meet Run-D.M.C. induct them Into the motherfuckin’ 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’ll 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 a plank and Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? Little gay looking boy So gay I can barely say it with a ‘straight’ face looking boy Eminem’s too white to call you a nig, but I guess he’s gay enough to call you gay looking boy Oy vey, that boy’s gay bleached hair? that’s a gay looking boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a “way to go” from your label every day looking boy Hey, looking boy, what d’you say looking boy? I get a “hell yeah” from Dre looking boy I’mma work for – everything I have Never asked nobody for shit get out my face looking boy Basically boy – you’re never gonna be capable of keeping 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’ll 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 Ra