[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Yo, check it
It’s Tha-motherfuckin'-God, you know I don’t care about none of the rap niggas, uh (no I don’t)
Yo, check it
[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
I smell blood like a shark
It’s no pretendin' when I rip out your heart (gimme that)
Underdeveloped rap niggas get hit with poisonous darts
(buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Fuck a billboard chart, I’m top notch
Posted on the block with that Heckler & Koch (uh)
Same shit stoppin' your clock
'Cause time flies easy
Snatch a nigga out them ugly ass Yeezys (ugly ass Yeezys, nigga, gimme that shit)
2-2-3 spin you like Chris Breezy
Lil Weezy, coughin'
I’m off of the strands
Premium dark heart cookie medical man, petro
Neck glow like Esco' (uh)
Fuck the metro (fuck that)
Push the Lex slow
Curse the man, vexo
Erase you like Expo
Marc Ecko
Never go nowhere without the techno (ba! ba!)
It’s never like I’m holdin out
Automatics sound like Madison Square Garden sold out (tzatzazazazazaza!)
It’s showtime when the first cartridges roll out
It’s the dark heart art riddle, pop tart, marshmallow (uh)
Niggas end up dead at the fuckin' hospital
Pop, sizzle, tops ripple
Bullets leave your soul tickled
Clap missiles—fuck that, you ugly as a muskrat
How do I come with such raps? I’m pennin' street sermons
If you ain’t catchin' the jewels, you ain’t learnin'
I'll leave a soul burnin', leave the ashes turnin'
Where maggots be squirmin', old faggot ass Herman (pussy)
Them shots be burnin' (brr)
I’m sorry to talk about so much damage to a person (tzatzatashahchatatahtata)
Go hand-to-hand combat with the serpent
Cobra style blows, know it's hurtin' (babababa)
The king of the underground, the God is that person (that's me)
The rhymes be murkin', the dimes be twerkin'
If I wasn’t there, then the party was really hurtin'
Motherfucker (You know, if I ain't there, nigga, I'm the fliest nigga that can be there and shit, you know what I'm sayin', you know, heheheheh)
[Outro: Tha God Fahim]
Woo
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, nigga
Mach-Hommy, nigga
Dollar Menu, nigga, you get your fuckin' food ate, nigga
You know what I’m saying?
Loch Ness Monster eatin' all your shit, nigga
You know what I’m saying?
Your plate—I'm eatin'—startin' to eat the plate now
You know what I’m saying? You know the label on the bottom?
You know how the plate got the label on the bottom with the brand and all that, nigga? You know what I’m sayin?
Thats like the sauce, I'm—I'm eatin' all that, nigga
I want the glass, all that
Anything
Any crumbs, the table
Everything
Your mothafuckin' food get ate!
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God!
Yo, check it
It’s Tha-motherfuckin'-God, you know I don’t care about none of the rap niggas, uh (no I don’t)
Yo, check it
[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
I smell blood like a shark
It’s no pretendin' when I rip out your heart (gimme that)
Underdeveloped rap niggas get hit with poisonous darts
(buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Fuck a billboard chart, I’m top notch
Posted on the block with that Heckler & Koch (uh)
Same shit stoppin' your clock
'Cause time flies easy
Snatch a nigga out them ugly ass Yeezys (ugly ass Yeezys, nigga, gimme that shit)
2-2-3 spin you like Chris Breezy
Lil Weezy, coughin'
I’m off of the strands
Premium dark heart cookie medical man, petro
Neck glow like Esco' (uh)
Fuck the metro (fuck that)
Push the Lex slow
Curse the man, vexo
Erase you like Expo
Marc Ecko
Never go nowhere without the techno (ba! ba!)
It’s never like I’m holdin out
Automatics sound like Madison Square Garden sold out (tzatzazazazazaza!)
It’s showtime when the first cartridges roll out
It’s the dark heart art riddle, pop tart, marshmallow (uh)
Niggas end up dead at the fuckin' hospital
Pop, sizzle, tops ripple
Bullets leave your soul tickled
Clap missiles—fuck that, you ugly as a muskrat
How do I come with such raps? I’m pennin' street sermons
If you ain’t catchin' the jewels, you ain’t learnin'
I'll leave a soul burnin', leave the ashes turnin'
Where maggots be squirmin', old faggot ass Herman (pussy)
Them shots be burnin' (brr)
I’m sorry to talk about so much damage to a person (tzatzatashahchatatahtata)
Go hand-to-hand combat with the serpent
Cobra style blows, know it's hurtin' (babababa)
The king of the underground, the God is that person (that's me)
The rhymes be murkin', the dimes be twerkin'
If I wasn’t there, then the party was really hurtin'
Motherfucker (You know, if I ain't there, nigga, I'm the fliest nigga that can be there and shit, you know what I'm sayin', you know, heheheheh)
[Outro: Tha God Fahim]
Woo
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God, nigga
Mach-Hommy, nigga
Dollar Menu, nigga, you get your fuckin' food ate, nigga
You know what I’m saying?
Loch Ness Monster eatin' all your shit, nigga
You know what I’m saying?
Your plate—I'm eatin'—startin' to eat the plate now
You know what I’m saying? You know the label on the bottom?
You know how the plate got the label on the bottom with the brand and all that, nigga? You know what I’m sayin?
Thats like the sauce, I'm—I'm eatin' all that, nigga
I want the glass, all that
Anything
Any crumbs, the table
Everything
Your mothafuckin' food get ate!
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God!
( Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim )
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