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eminem - gucci god lyrics

[hook]
you already know who it is!

[verse 1]
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang gucci gang!

look, i was gonna go easy not to hurt your feelings but i’m starting to get fired up

my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name, yah
i can’t buy a b-tch no wedding ring, ooh
rather go and buy balmains, yah

i’m beginnin’ to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
the way i’m racin’ around the track, call me nascar, nascar
dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god
kneel before general zod
this planet’s krypton – no, asgard, asgard

[verse 2}
my lean cost more than your rent, ooh
your mama still live in a tent, yeah
still slanging dope in the jets, huh
me and my grandma take meds, ooh
none of this sh-t be new to me
f-cking my teacher, call it tutory
bought some red bottoms, cost h-lla gs
f-ck your airline, f-ck your company
b-tch, your breath smell like some cigarettes
i’d rather f-ck a b-tch from the projects
they kicked me out the plane off a percocet
now lil pump fly a private jet
everybody screaming “f-ck west jet!”
lil pump still sell that meth
hunnid on my wrist sippin on tech
f-ck a lil b-tch, make her p-ssy wet

{verse 3}

so you’ll be thor and i’ll be odin
you’re rodent, i’m omnipotent
let off, then i’m reloadin’
immediately with these bombs i’m totin’
and i should not be woken
i’m the walkin’ dead, but i’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’
but i got your mom deep-throatin’
i’m out my ramen noodle
we have nothin’ in common, poodle
i’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
it’s me, my honesty’s brutal
but it’s honestly futile if i don’t utilize what i do though, yah!

my b-tch love do cocaine, ooh
i f-ck a b-tch, i forgot her name
i can’t buy no b-tch no wedding ring
rather go and buy balmains, aye
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang

uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you -ssumin’ i’m a human
what i gotta do to get it through to you? i’m superhuman
innovative and i’m made of rubber, so that anything you say is ricochetin’ off of me and it’ll glue to you and
i’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating
how to give a motherf-ckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting
for the day that they can say i fell off, they’ll be celebrating
’cause i know the way to get ’em motivated
i make elevating music, you make elevator music
“oh, he’s too mainstream”
well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
“it’s not hip-hop, it’s pop,” ’cause i found a h-lla way to fuse it
with rock, shock rap with doc
throw on “lose yourself” and make ’em lose it
“i don’t know how to make songs like that
i don’t know what words to use.”
let me know when it occurs to you
while i’m rippin’ any one of these verses that versus you
it’s curtains, i’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
how many verses i gotta murder to
prove that if you were half as nice
your songs you could sacrifice virgins to?
ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
but look at the accolades these sk!lls brung me
full of myself, but still hungry
i bully myself ’cause i make me do what i put my mind to
and i’m a million leagues above you
ill when i speak in tongues, but it’s still tongue-in-cheek, f-ck you!
i’m drunk – so, satan, take the f-cking wheel
i’ma sleep in the front seat
b-mpin’ heavy d and the boyz, still “chunky but funky”
but in my head there’s something i can feel tugging and struggling
angels fight with devils, and here’s what they want from me
they’re askin’ me to eliminate some of the women hate
but if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
i have, then you may be a little patient
and more sympathetic to the situation
and understand the discrimination
but f-ck it, life’s handin’ you lemons, make lemonade then!
but if i can’t batter the women
how the f-ck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?
don’t mistake him for satan; it’s a fatal mistake
if you think i need to be overseas and take a vacation
to trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
don’t be a r-t-rd – be a king? think not
why be a king when you can be a god?

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