Rap Jesus (Remix)

[Intro]
I'm no rap god or a rap devil
I'm the rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus? That's me, shit
Nell nah, I don't fuck with 3-6
I'm no rap god or a rap devil
I'm the rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus? That's me, shit
Nell nah, I don't fuck with 3-6

[Verse 1]
Rap used to be a dream to me
Now I'm the source of these rappers nightmares
And I'm light years ahead of you
And if you think that I'm playin' you playin' yourself
Like a video game and your names on a 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 from me
That look like a fuckin' murder scene
Losin' 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
Bitch just give me this money
'Cause this is a stickup, I pick up on fear like a pitbull
I'll pick you apart while you pick at your pimples
This shit is so simple, I writ with a sickle
That rip you and slit you in bits of bone and tissue
Battle me, ha good luck with that
I will fuck you up so fuckin' bad so fuckin' fast
That your ass will be like, "Fuck was that?!"
You better watch your fuckin' back
Who? You if you fuckin' rap
I go off on tracks and already passed all of y'all
Time to get fuckin' lapped
My time is valuable, don't fuck with that
Animal and I will fuckin' snap
Cannibal, Hannibal, fuck a snack
I'll have your whole family in oven pans
Damn they like man how fucked up is that?
I am not playin', don't fuckin' laugh
I will bite all of your fingers off
Watch who you're pointin' them fuckin' fingers at
Middle finger who? Middle finger you
Middle finger the whole game when I'm comin' through
Middle fingers in the air, like I'm here for the heir of the chair, yeah
And I ain't gone middle finger share
Middle finger her, middle finger him
Middle finger to the world, sit n spin
Middle finger 'til my middle finger's broken, both 'em
Or 'til the world middle finger end
I don't give a middle finger
Bitch, I'm wanna hit you and leave you within an inch
You get a glimpse of you at the gates of the Creator
Or Hades for dissin' me, bitch you get the picture?
Like IG, I go in like IV's we poisoned 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 dick, but if you have a dick
How the hell could you tell if you boys or not?
Boy you got some nerve sayin' them words
Man fuck that
I observed from outer-space and I'm fed up with this whole world
Like Mike Tyson I'll eat ya kids, no homo, yo I sleep with chicks
But I'm wifed up to this rap shit 'cause I'm ice cold when that beat hits... shit
What do I know? I'm just a nobody named Mesus
Dropping f-bombs like I can't catch, catch my breath then drop that remix...

[Bridge]
Oh, you thought I was done huh?
Hell nah
Comin' straight outta nowhere
No rap god, no rap devil
Just rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus? That's me shit
Hell nah, I don't fuck with 3-6

[Verse 2]
Dad, Dad, please don't be mad 'cause I'm cussin' like a motherfucker
But I'm gonna have to show this fuckin' world, I'm better than Gunna
Plus I'm not afraid to lob grenades at Mr. Not Afraid
Skill level kill devils, time to prey
But I don't mean pray like talk to God for you
I mean prey like hunt, got a coffin bought for you
Boy you have no fuckin' clue who you just woke up
I'm not in your scope 'cause I'm right at your throat
Fuck a status, I'm no one I already know that
But not 'cause of skill, 'cause I've already shown that
I'm from an era where Biggie king
And if you can't scrap don't get in the ring
They call me Mesus, don't forget the name
Diss me bitch I'll kill you and piss on your grave
Hail Mary, Pac probably rollin' in his grave
Em busted Puff out and motherfuckers think he's playin'
Better watch the fuck out motherfucker 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 like a rich kid
Give a swift kick to this whole fuckin' rap game
Shootin' everybody like I can't aim
Plus I can't say their damn names cause I
Don't know 'em, young this, lil that
Fact is neither one can rap, plus they take it in the back
Why I gotta go there? 'Cause it's nowhere
That I won't go for the GOATS chair, aka throne, yeah
Guess it's time to wrap it up
Hip-Hopped on a track and tear a rabbit up
Piss in your cheerios or your captain crunch
Diss me? Pop-pop, killshot, bag 'em up