Young Rap God (Rap God Remix)

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god No fuck that I'm beginning to feel like everybody rapping is a whack, dog Sound like they smoke too much crack and pot and I'm a crack pot on bath salts If you wanna face off, I'll eat your fucking face off, face it your soft And I'm hard as metal Watch artists tremble I'm sharp as the sharpest sharpened pencil Raise the bar to stars and mars and vessels You're starting to bark, your bite hardly settled Tryna tell everybody you are the devil? You're dark as yellow You're hard as jello You smart as a mental retard in a special kindergarten class Who keeps barking "Hello! How are you?!" Sit the fuck down and listen the fuck up, as a push hard on the pedal I'm respecting every legend but I'm tryna be better than everyone Wrecking Eminem on his own track Severing the heads of everybody who's stepping bet I be getting a pen and pin 'em down when I get a note pad "Oh snap!" And I am not saying that I'm rapping better because I flow fast I'm saying that I'm rapping better cuz I'm rapping better and you should know that Who told your old ass to tell your whole pack that they spitting this shit raw "Huh?" Mother fucker I will have you cleaning shit out of your draws while you picking up your jaw I'm jaw dropping like hot pockets I stick you in a box Called coffins when my songs dropping like what menopause causing I'm mood swinging on you all Speaking of menopause, you never will be fit to reproduce this So I'm telling you men-to-pause, or death is your peace like Grim Reeper's-deuces Jeez Louise yo who's this? He's fifteen a freaking student? He don't even need improvement Team's the Lethal People movement Killing with the words Fuck everybody else like I popular drug dealer I'm flipping every bird If Em's the rap god I'm the minister When I do it bet I too am representing everything he's doing You developing a deficit you definitely never get the penmanship element present in my music I ain't a human, I'm a mutant, from the moon this, means I'm never down to earth So I can't sound out a verse Without me first bragging 'bout all my work Man I sound like a jerk, you don't wanna hear me bragging 'bout talent you wanna hear me bragging 'bout money like everyone now does word? How 'bout first, I talk about the cars narcotics and guns Then talk about how struggling a town is in the next line and still give em a dollar for funds But I'ma drop so hot you thought it was pot out the oven and you've forgotten your gloves Fuck the industry initially I gotta make a song to a relevant beat just to see you listen to me I'm physically turning into beast but ain't no beauty in it I got acne and some fat cheeks but truth or fiction? I'm the "young rap god" and if so peep the new religion Praying to Pac and then I study Eminem And story telling from Nas And growing the flow of Rakim Giving me ridiculous ability of spitting and delivery so nobody can do it symmetry I don't see any mini-me's but it's not because they don't wanna copy because they don't have the ability to spit like me You are literally never getting me you getting close to me you getting closer to a cemetery If your aim is bumping into me your brain must struggle mentally When I say I don't like you that ain't a fucking simile It's Token and you ain't gon see an equal who gon killed this beat (Rap god)