I'm a 'God to this shit' homie what chu fuckin mean? I'm just back and I'm lit and I'm packin major green, get stabbed in hip and get bashed by my team, never talkin to a FED or man I get a casualty, man I fuck her while she wet and dude I get that pussy creamed, man I roll up on her sticky but that pussy really clean, man I drop a dab up in the rig and feel her pussy steam, if I even I drop a bar dude her pussy scream, it pushing streams, I'm rude wit my common sense, I rule wit my dominance, it's cruel I'm on top of it, no cool when it comes to spit, your jewels are irrelevant, I grew on concrete Sahara shit, I pull out the choppa bitch that shit look like a elephant, in the whip, wit a fifth, and I'm detriment, got your bitch, on the dick, and it fuckin long and shit, if your sick? Write a script, man I ain't no pharmacist, roll a swish, take a hit, your joint look like a baby dick, blow a kiss, to your miss, then I bet she want my fist, drop some 'cid, in a vacant crib, while I'm breakin stick, and I'm bakin quick, I aim to rip, don't angle it, I prayed for this, so let's take a trip, no major tips, in this gang of lips, I make a list, and I'll add your kids, found out where you live and all necks get slit, vampiric wit the flow all rappers get bit, if you can't take the blood get a fuckin med kit, dude I bang in a sub, name a track or take a pick, gotta do my show, huffin gas wit my friends, dude my mom a metalhead screamin 'that's my fuckin kid!', dude my pops a metalhead screamin 'that's right fuckin spit' showin all my brothers all the songs that I've writ, talkin to my uncle 'let's drop this shit' bang it wit my homies and we bounce your bitch, rippin her asophagus, I come in wit apocalypse, I'm takin a hit and I'm Pacin' it, comin in her box and my cock say 'drip', I fuck a bitch who swallow it, I run up better pocket it, and still I gotta pocket pick, disciples I'm still ominous, wit rifles they ain't Protestant, I murder if you condescend, you confident wit no accomplishments? Transform for the shit like Optimus, now I'm lookin at the game like I'm an optimist, always fill em wit the fire never copin shit, so I spit it wit a lighter no combustion trick, then I shout out all my family 'dude your cousin's sick!', then I fill em wit the venom and they hØllÖw bitch, and the shit it marinatin like a bosco stick, and I hit em wit the Krillin it go 'bop' they stiff, so I drag em to the back I gotta chop their limbs
God To This Shit was written by KîllhØllÖw.
KîllhØllÖw released God To This Shit on Fri Apr 15 2016.