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mesus - rap jesus (remix) lyrics

i’m no rap god or a rap devil
i’m the rap jesus, rap needs this
who’s mesus? that’s me, sh-t
h-ll nah, i don’t f-ck with three six
i’m no rap god or a rap devil
i’m the rap jesus, rap needs this
who’s mesus? that’s me, sh-t
h-ll nah, i don’t f-ck with three six

rap used to be a dream to me
now i’m the source of these rappers nightmares
and i’m lightyears ahead of you
and if you think that i’m playin’
you’re playin’ yourself like a video game
and your name on the jersey, the state of emergency
currently i am in need of some currency
don’t say a word to me or you’ll end up in a verse with me
it’ll look like a f-ckin’ murder scene
losing my patience, please don’t approach me
give me my paycheck, know that you owe me
that go for anybody, anywhere, any time of the day
b-tch, just give me this money
cause this is a stickup, i pick up on fear like pitbull
and pick you apart while you pick at your pimples
this sh-t is so simple, i rip with a sickle
then rip you and slit you in bits of bone and tissue

wooo, battle me, huh, good luck with that
i will f-ck you up so f-ckin’ fast, so f-ckin’ fast
that your -ss be like “f-ck was that?”
you better watch your f-ckin’ back
who? you, if you f-ckin’ rap
i’ll go off of tracks and already p-ss all of y’all
time to get f-ckin’ lapped
my time is valuable, don’t f-ck with that
hannibal and i will f-ckin’ snap
cannibal hannibal, f-ck a snack
i’ll have your whole family in oven pans
then they’re like “man, how f-cked up is that?”
i am not playing, don’t f-ckin’ laugh
i will bite all of your fingers off
watch who you pointin’ them f-ckin’ fingers at

middle finger who? middle finger you
middle finger the whole game when i’m coming through
middle fingers in the air like i’m here for the air or the check
yeah and i ain’t gonna middle finger sh-t
middle finger her, middle finger him
middle finger to the world, sit and spin
middle finger ’til my middle fingers broke (both!)
until the world middle finger end
i don’t give a middle finger
b-tch i’m gonna hit you and leave you within an inch
you get a glimpse of you at the gates that i created
all haters for dissin’ me, b-tch, you get the picture?

like ig, i go in like iv’s
we poison like ivy that’s why i be
on my knees like “god, please!
make these voices stop, make the voices stop.”
i don’t mean to be a d-ck but if you have a d-ck
how the h-ll could you tell if you b-lls or not
boy you got some nerve sayin’ them words
man, f-ck that – i observe from outer sp-ce
and i’m fed up with this whole world
like mike tyson, i eat your kids
no h0m-, yo i sleep with chicks
but i’m wifed up to this rap sh-t
cause i’m ice cold when that beat hits, sh-t
what do i know? i’m just a n0body named mesus
droppin’ f-bombs like i can’t catch
catch my breath then drop that remix

oh you thought i was gone, huh?
h-ll nah, comin’ straight outta nowhere
no rap god, no rap devil
just rap jesus, rap needs this
who’s mesus? that’s me, sh-t
h-ll nah, i don’t f-ck around with three six
dad, dad, please don’t be mad
cause i’m cussin’ like a motherf-cker
but i’m gonna have to show this f-ckin’ world
i’m better than gunner
plus i’m not afraid to lob grenades at mr. not afraid
sk!ll level? k!ll devils, time to prey
but i don’t mean pray like talk to god for you
i mean prey like i’ve got a coffin bought for you
boy you have no f-ckin’ clue who you just woke up
i’m not in your scope cause i’m right at your door
f-ck a status, i’m no one, i already know that
but not cause of sk!ll cause i’ve already shown that

i’m from a era where biggie king
and if you can’t scr-p, don’t get in the ring
you come at mesus, don’t forget the name
diss me, b-tch, i’ll k!ll you and p-ss on your grave
hail mary, pac probably rollin’ in his grave
then bust at puff, fat motherf-ckers think he playin’
better watch the f-ck out, motherf-cker i ain’t playin’
hop on stage and take the mic from you like i’m kanye
and watch you stand there like swift did
and cry about it like a rich kid
give a swift kick to this whole f-ckin’ rap game
shootin’ everybody like i can’t aim
plus i can’t say they d-mn name cause i don’t know ’em
yung this, lil that, fact is neither one can rap
p-ssy take it in the back, why i gotta go there?
cause there’s nowhere that i won’t go
for the goats chair a.k.a. throne, yeah

guess it’s time to wrap it up
hip hop on a track, tear a rabbit up
p-ss in your cheerios and your cap’n crunch
diss me, pop pop, k!llshot, bag ’em up
yeah, yeah, comin’ straight outta nowhere
haha, pop pop, k!llshot, bag ’em up

- mesus lyrics

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