On God... #FOGComp

On God
I'm comin, to tha summit straight outta slummin/
Got a centurion of bullets in that mothafukcin drum and/
On God
It's over, Straight dope is my aroma/
End all you with a Nova, last soldier of Jehova/
On God
Last time I spectated, this time you gettin decimated/
Bars still debated by tha educated that's why I'm most anticipated/
All yo gangsta shit came out a movie, I still got homies in these streets wit tha uzi/
Still feel like I'm watchin Sailor Moon, cuz you rappers still pussy/
Vocalize verbose verbage, very violent villified verses/
I'm hangin wit holy hermits, haranguing hoes into holey hearses/
My music moisten yo main missy, puny peons poutin pissy/
Daily, dеvils doubt and diss me, wit dat bullshit homie, miss me/
On God
Killin rappеrs is like sex to me, til tha death o me, that's tha recipe/
Bars burn like cigarettes in a gang of misfits, cuz I keep my real homies next to me/
While I's a child I floated down tha Nile, in a basket with nothin but a bible and rifle/
Rile with my title, you must be suicidal, when I fire I'm only hittin organs that are vital/
These rappers call theyselves God, like they blind to tha facts/
When they look God in his eyes a look of sheer terrors how they react/
On top of tha game and under tha ground, On top of tha throne and under tha crown/
Cop tha top of tha crop grown under wop a with a thunderous sound, just under a pound/

My raps is like a box of matches, like boxin practice with John Tha Baptist/
I'm blessin rappers with these right hooks, when I write hooks it's like comets smashin/
Into tha side of tha planet, you all died in a panic, your souls never rose, in tha darkness banished/
It's like karma's settin, inject hearts with venom, it's like armageddon and I'm armed to damage/
Tha legendary layer of linguistics, tha master mage foretold by Mystics/
Just a saiyan slayin Satan and I'm bang bang bangin with tha biscuit/
You hekclers never halted my hustle, catch a mothafukcin knukcle to tha fukn nekc muscle/
My bitch'll rek, and squirt, she wet, and leave a pussy straight lyin in a puddle/

Like revelations to these peasants hatin, bring your strongest warrior, witness tha death of greatness/
I'm at tha head of my clan with a pen in my hand and tha end of tha lands is our destination/
So walk with me as I etch my name in tha hallways of history/
Witnessed tha wars of tha weak, and tha more that they speak, I see that nonsense ain't shit to me/
If you lakcin then I lacerate, wanna kill me then you have to wait/
Cuz I'm busy buryin these bitches in they bedrooms where they masturbate/
So detonate and I'll levitate and live again like Lazarus/
I ain't even scared of no demons lair, cuz my best friend is from Nazareth/
So long live tha king of tha strongest regime/
Tha only way that you will win this is if God intervene/
I will take your head and put that with my notepad in my bookbag/
If you think that I am playin, homie, just know that I put that...