God Complex

[Pulp Fiction sample] "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish And the tyranny of evil men Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger Those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee." [Killer Mike] Heroin flow, y'all niggas heat your spoons up The cocaine speech keep the audience geeked up My dope boy flow turn good girls to freak sluts Like crack in the 80s, the flow so crazy You hit this, bitch it'll retard your baby That promethazine queen got you listenin' lazy I'ma stimulate you bitches, drive your heart rate crazy Nigga see the flow brutal, it dilates pupils So desperate for a hit a teacher sucked off a pupil You heart it right, rewind nigga, listen again I sent the bitch to rehab, made the kid a kingpin And ain't no 12 steppin' this, bitch hit it again! I deserve an indictment for the shit that I write when I'm high as a motherfucker, burnin' and lightin' I'm God, nigga, shit thunder, piss out lightning My raps dirty like the piss pissed out by white men In celebrity rehab, but this ain't rehab When Danny Bonaduce check out of rehab I'ma be right there, fat sack of crack Sayin' first hits on me, here go a free gram White girl, white girl, Tatum O'Neal Suckin' dick to get a hit of that cocaine kill For real, motherfucker I'm ill I'm dope, I'm coke, I'm the new NyQuil Like junkies with AIDS smokin' dope in Dixie Hills Turnin' tricks and suckin' dicks just to live My metaphors make a motherfucker's face go "Ew!" Like stank on shit, my metaphors is real Another Simpson Road saga, real life real girl Daughter to a degenerate dope boy named Earl Trap name was Squirrel Cause all he did was chase them sluts In the cuts and try to get nuts Like these junkie ass rappers that you pay big bucks These commercial ass niggas be industry sluts To get ahead they give head and take it in their butt But ain't no Raz B'ing me, I'm holding my nuts You too l'il for this, young'n run and get me a Dutch Nah make it a Swisher, I'm from the SOUTH, l'il nigga And I'm fat, and I'm black and wear Polo religiously Dope boy dress code, why you think these bitches be All on me like I got a pocket full of ecstasy Probably cause I got me a pocket full of ecstasy 4X's be right where the Ralph label be Big dick, fat, fresh nigga, label me I done fucked half the fine bitches in Decatur I got a bitch in every Zone and three strippers in Zone 3 King Kong heroin dick on a bitch She tie her leg, tap her vein and say poke and stick Her best friend a dick fiend, chasing pipe dreams She suck dick until her teeth showin' like crack fiends Fuck your favorite rapper motherfucker, Mike' mean Fuck your favorite rapper motherfucker, Mike' mean Just a l'il violent I'll see you motherfuckers next Sunday Sunday Morning Massacre Next time I won't be so late, motherfuckers A l'il violence for your Sunday morning BANG! BANG! BANG!