White Jesus

[Intro] Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Uh-Yeah Slumerican Shit, yeah [Verse 1] It's Rittz, Jonny Valiant Bitch Bon Jour carry on board I've been deadly on the mic since back in '04 Mother fuckers say I disrespect the art form You don't wanna piss me off cause I'm a ticking time bomb I'm from G.C., everybody hardcore When they hear that gun clap like an encore Leave the car door looking like a dart board More holes in your body than a golf course Fuck that I'mma stand tall, never fall short Heard someone say I got the ball in my court My boys, and my gutter homies I'mma die for I’m not a human I’m more like a cyborg I soar on the highway 85 north Mingling on Singleton on down to Five Forks I'm sure you ain't heard of me But now it's time for People looking in the sky like why Lord [Hook: X2] It's White Jesus Don't trip cause this ain't blasphemy Actually that's my nickname Rittz in this bitch And the beats from Plymp mane And can't nobody fuck with the pen game [Verse 2] I'mma as naughty as a redneck A product of dope rhymes My punchline'll punish 'em Man I'm coming like Big Pun in the 90's I'm a son of a gun; we don't want diplomacy Rapping like fuck 'em if they ain't feeling where I'm coming from Cause everybody bubblegum We ain't even listenin' to 'em, we making fun of 'em And say it right in front of 'em Ain't no comparison Fucker we're Slumerican And everything been looking lovely, the way the cake is crumbling I've been observin' local rappers and it's troublin' They bite so much, it's like someone needs to muzzle them Some people's ego be so big they need some humblin' They wishing I would disappear but here I come again It's like I, finally got the ball run around fumblin' Still crumblin' erb, drunken and slurd, mumblin' words I must have emerged from nothing to something All of a sudden everyone say they love me And they call me [Hook: X2] [Verse 3] It's been a long dark road and no one acknowldege me Feelin' my homie, kickin' me when I finally hit bottom When I was fallin' they was laughin' at me, watching me topple I was callin', everbody walking on me and stoppin' me But they thought I was finished, they was sure I was done Swung back as the rapper that I was gonna become In the industry, noticing the majority's young Cocky mother fuckers acting so important they just won And my fam got me feelin' like I'm the normalist one Cause everybody using words like "vibe", "sonic", and "viral All I can say is fuck, got damn it's my go My lyrics paint a picture like a Pablo Picasso I know, that can't nobody fuck with the squad Yelawolf, Shawty Fatt, Young Struggle and Watts Don't let the long hair fool you I don't play the guitar I'm a rapstar This'll how the song'd go on [Hook: X2] [Outro 1] My name is Rittz bitch [Outro 2] I wanna talk to you tonight about stepping into your divine destiny Everyone of us has seeds of greatness on the inside You have a gift to share with this world There is buried treasure down in you right now Potential that has not been yet released Yet so often we let other people talk us out of our dreams We let disappointments and failures keep our treasure buried We allow insecurities and low self esteem to convince us that We don’t have anything special to offer There is treasure on your inside You have something to offer that no one else has And if you don’t step into your destiny and release your gift Then this world will not be as bright as it should be