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s god - our father lyrics

[verse 1: s god]
i look like a demon, the angel has fallen
down from the heavens and straight to the bottom
my soul is too rotton and now i’m a problem
your lines are too basic so fall back like autumn
i am not impressed with you f-ck boys yappin’ over beats being dumb enough to call that sh-t rappin’
i’m te dragon to your village, burn it down ’till it’s finished
i be snappin’ every minute so these f-ggots wanna mimic
b-tch i keep it 300
dirty as my dungeon
high cl-ss sh-t, got a trap house in london
zombie walkin’ out my coffin, listen up when the prophet’s talkin’
graveyard stalker, slaughter proper
hated by fathers, idolized by daughters
i’m a motherf-ckin’ god
a motherf-ckin’ god
all praise be to the almighty me
got a girl that’s the pinnacle of beauty like aphrodite
precisely, so that means hoes is something i don’t need b-tch
s god who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come, thy will be done
my enemies shall be slain
give to us our daily bread and forgive us of our sins
and hope that you don’t cross me ‘gain or the price you’ll pay is grim
worshiped by the m-sses, penthouse nights in calabasas
i’mma work and slave and shed my blood until i make a cl-ssic
never could afford your clothes, so i went and made my own
now they flockin’ for my sh-t, nonbelievers suck my d-ck
f-ck all of y’all tryna run my life
f-ck all of y’all hittin’ on my wife
f-ck anyone that ever was a limitation
i guess i exceeded all expectations

[hook: s god]
s god who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come, thy will be done
my enemies shall be slain
give to us our daily bread and forgive us of our sins
and hope that you don’t cross me ‘gain or the price you’ll pay is grim
s god who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come, thy will be done
my enemies shall be slain
give to us our daily bread and forgive us of our sins
and hope that you don’t cross me ‘gain or the price you’ll pay is grim

[verse 2: s god]
the black mage on a mission for the number one position
ask why murders my descision, k!ll you simply for existing
spit that smooth sh-t that make you rethink why you even do music
’cause there’s no use making songs when everybody leaves you muted, f-ckin’ stupid
ain’t n-body wanna hear a no talent hack, spittin’ bullsh-t over tracks
makin’ sh-t that’s f-ckin’ whack, b-tch i stab you in the back just for talkin’ crazy
if we talkin’ racks then i’m takin’ 80, no fugazy
line up my shot, hit the game with a collateral
out of sight, makin’ moves, call it supernatural
lightning strike when i bless this mic
nancy carrigin your sh-t, hit you up with a pipe
b-tch come at me proper, i’m ‘gon slaughter, not a talker
i’m the demon priest, i sacrifice you upon the alter
i rip heads up off the collar, eat they brains now i’m a schollar
drink they blood up like it’s water, herman schultz b-tch i’m a shocker
makin’ moves with my chakra, all my diamonds drippin’ auqua
high cl-ss like i’m sinatra, i’m the best inside my genre

- s god lyrics

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