Rap God

Yeah

Here we go like this

Y'all ain't heard? We murder music on the Quik Fixx

We just now getting started, this ain't as funky as

Going hard, that's 'cause we spinning the illest

If we offend y'all

I'm in the freestyle, but better believe I writes my own

I'm more like pay style, I spit you some lyrics, nigga get paid now

For the Quay style, I'ma be charging niggas a grip

Oh, you ain't heard? is the word, man I'm the shit

I got my hip-hop on

So erratic, they know I'm classic like them flip-flop phones

I stay in tip-top mode

I'm with my sister La-Di-D and we get live, holler

Somebody please give Kid G his five dollars

I still ain't never heard a hip-hop show that's better than ours

My nigga, y'all better off, come fuck around with your boy

Right here on radio, XXL

Quik Fixx, hip-hop and beyond, what the deal?

Woo, the wicked lyric professor

No gimmick, don't need no dresser

Competition, no better

Murder, murder, murder, murder them all

All them bastards'll fall, I ain't having it, y'all

We can sleep inside they brain like I'm Canibus, dog

Don't jump your ass in this too deep 'cause you can't handle a shark

Watch how I get up in them pussies and dismantle a frog

'Cause I'm a motherfucking savage at heart, the rap god, like