God Of Rap

[Verse 1: Mediumjay} I'm the god of rap Like Gwen Stefani I make you holla back Audio crack, Difference is I make you smarter in math Snap back to reality like a starter cap To charge is wack i'm large and black, infact lets start with facts I'm far from hacks and I don't take material Like a filthy casual like a Tony Hawk manual It's fast or slow like your friends convincing you to smoke some dro I'm harder than working construction with open toes A monstrous nose for awesome coke I'm that nigga looks familiar but you ain't seen before Like that nigga doing your mom and then splits out Only calls her when hes drunk as fuck I push my luck, Looking for a beaver with a bushy butt And enough problems for the both of us I done touched on everything like its oxygen A fox with hens, I box with men Who talk like Mike Tyson After fought with them Hey internet is Jeff awesome yet? [Verse 2: Mitchy Moo] Real talk I don't feel yall Bunch a pussies like ya need ballz Bitch ass looking like a see saw See yall hating like Peewee paws To get down and dirty But he got it worse than having to wipe down a clean off Pockets looking like a mosh pit of mule Like this guap isn't stopping And to top it off hot chicks are getting topless For them rock sniffs, love it love this Get my bucks in like paper on your muffins Getting all these riches smoking weed all day Getting all these bitches they be on that yay I ain't saying nuttin bitches so stunning Hit from the back until her muff spits Lovely old hoes fuck me I be so on it haters leave in coffins Cost em they life think they on shit Douchebags versus God sent I'm so beast I'm so street When they try to walk over me ankles meet teeth And I'm fuckin awesome call me mr. Possum Rode in with a shotgun, spitting flames call it hot tongue Melt so hot sun, when iI start to spit they all run Aw fuck can't get a friend cause they all ducked I'm a little cocky with a little rocky Mixed with Gin and Juice and coffee Try to stop me [Verse 3: Mediumjay] You can not stop this, You can not top this Global radios you couldn't get played on your walk-men Three mexicans in your trunk this is hot shit More explosive than world war three black ops shit Only see black through my optics So when the light hits me they call me Illuminati Fuckin Nazi's they'd rather judge me For the truth is something thou cannot see I'm free