| You ask if I have a God Complex?
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| Let me tell you something
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| I am God
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| You’re fucking with the most confident
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| Yes I kill softly, blood spills off me
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| Check the pain I inflict like a convict
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| Listen, I’m not the man that you sadly mistake
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| For anything lesser than the freshest rapper to date
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| I’m on the highway to hell in this planet of apes
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| With a six six six on the vanity plates
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| To all of my adoring public, I have come here to state
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| It ain’t the candy, it’s the caddy engine under the paint
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| And these motherfuckers still wanna rumble with fate
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| I’m a bad son of a, wait, my mother’s a saint
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| Got selenas on my Aquafina,
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| fiending for a drop to beat the heat
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| I squeeze and pop between 'em
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| Leaning like I copped the pisa tower for some pocket pita
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| You know I’m off the meter
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| If time’s money, I’m lucky I got an ocarina
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| Daddy’s home from the catacombs
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| And he got a bag of bones of those that couldn’t leave a man alone
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| Kings die, you could have the throne
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| But if there’s beef, treat my penis like a saxophone
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| It’s a catch 22 being that funny dude
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| Cause you had 'em all ears till you spat something true
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| I kick the science of it like my man, honeydew
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| What’s the point of shining if they can’t bask under you
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| We bubbling,' cause we ain’t got another second to waste
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| They wondering, who in the heck would carve an «S» in his face
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| It’s troubling, how they be falling off like eczema flakes
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| Next millennium, I’m either gon' be dead or in space
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| An old soul similar to the man and the sea
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| So at the seances they all be channeling me
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| As I walk in the park where the cannibals breed
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| If I take a shot in the dark, the shadows’ll bleed
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| I got some Marlboro miles I’ve been waiting to spend
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| And a mind full of evil shit like Reagan’s depends
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| So double down if you placing your ends
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| On me cause my paper and pen are an ace and a ten |