Gods Child

[Intro]
One more time Jimmy

[Verse 1]
Okay, Pull up in a 69 SS black Camaro
Crackerjack, that wants to fill his pockets full of cracker barrel
That’s a cheesy line, but haven’t had an easy time
Fought some evil greasy scheming demons just to leave my mind
I’ll make myself a fortune from a tortured soul
Black magic from a sorcerer, watch an orchard grow
Dish it out as big as far as portions go
Till I get my Lambo, show these kids how fast my Porsche can go
Armed with arsenal, these hammers aren’t for carpentry
A vampire in the dark I see
Brought some wolfs and sharks with me
Angry baby back, and I’m beyond mean
Mad’s immortal and my brain glows, Neon Green
Nonе of these young boys are fucking with this Gods art
Words arе flying beautifully, a symphony, a Mozart (like that part)
Don’t want your sympathy, so don’t start
Cold-blooded killer I’m a carnivore, a warm-heart
Battle cries and War chants
Dance around the fire with the wolfs head and floral pants
I’m more advanced
Soul was full of sorrow then I did it right
Realize these rappers are all pussy so I hit it right

[Hook]
You’ve just been mentally molested
There’s a ticket that comes with, it that I’m extra interested
An extraterrestrial, Canadian an alien
Gods Child, demons got the best of me, was failing him
Was a time was almost good as Shady, then I faded out
Sitting popping Xanax, didn’t panic, had to wait it out
Time flew by, can’t believe I even made it out
The new me, stepped up to the old me and laid him out

[Verse 2]
Maniac is back, brain intact, Mad is tactical
Cooling out on Gucci, only needing shit that’s practical
These rappers bunch actors bro, grab a box of pop corn
Pretending I got extra clips extended, I got shots for em (Bang)
White tiger I got black stripes
Bright green eyes glowing like there is a black light
Cash stacks from poor, so was a clutch onto a crack pipe
Braveheart, blow the whistle on them with some bagpipes
Demons dancing now, they’re yelling from the cellar where they’re dwelling
You’ve heard of murder, dark secrets, I’m not telling
Social life, full of sociopass, pass the bills, let the motion pass
Cauldron full of pot and potion
Slow pokes, pack it in cause it is hopeless
Words are pouring out my head, like my skull is broken open

[Hook]
Ey, you’ve just been mentally molested
There’s a ticket that comes with it, that I’m extra interested
An extraterrestrial, Canadian an alien
Gods Child, demons got the best of me, was failing him
Was a time was almost good as Shady, then I faded out
Sitting popping Xanax, didn’t panic had to wait it out
Time flew by, can’t believe I even made it out
The new me, stepped up to the old me and laid him out