God Cannot Help

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Am I God?

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God can’t help you bitch
Now I know you wanna snitch
Rock yo teeth bitch rock yo face
Rap my hands with fucking lace
Hear you tryna take my place
My gaze sends you to the ground
I’m pound for pound
Now do the fucking race
I’ll turn up the bass
I’m bringing the heat
Ya ear drums ringing
When my guns be singing bitch
Veracious immunity
That causes my impunity
Pulses the cult
Tryna eat my soul like a demon fiendin
Morphine in my blood stream steamin
Bitch
Do not depend on me
For a time of serenity
Cause like I'm the heavenly trinity
Takin over ya destiny
I be havin a tendency
Boom boom
Makin ya life misery
Reanimate reality
Reactivate insanity
Rapidly causing calamity
Invalidate your galaxy
I am so willing to fore come your killing
Wait
Kickin ya bucket I tuck it cause f*ck it
Resort to my hands they fine
Marked up boy no tan lines
Flat line
Marksman with hands boy a shot to your head I deliver
One shot to your liver you quiver you shiver in fear
Thinking I need to get out of here man
Well
There’s no where to run
There’s no where to hide
I’m tellin you son
You already died
Uh
Pick apart your freedom I go run up and I bleed um
Spit in the wound to leave an infection
Recording ya death
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Then taking ya bitch
Triple X to your eyes
She on her knees for god like it was Sunday morning
She praising me boy by shaking and moaning
Wait
Bump this shit loud like the weed I smoke
But you better be quiet unless you wanna start a riot
Now that you're dying you wanna turn religious
Okay
God can’t help you bitch
Now I know you wanna snitch
Rock yo teeth bitch rock yo face
Rap my hands with fucking lace
Hear you tryna take my place
My gaze sends you to the ground
I’m pound for pound
Now do the fucking race
I’ll turn up the bass
I’m bringing the heat
Ya ear drums ringing
When my guns be singing bitch
Preaching my word
Like I wrote the Bible
You know what you heard
You a Disciple
And I am the Angel
Yes I am the messenger
Death will be painful
Cause I am the predator
Feelin so primal
I settle with metal
I pull out my rifle
Ain’t shootin no pebble
If you is my rival
I’m leaving you cripple
But I am not boolin
How come Im still ruilin
Finger on the trigger
My goons comin bigger
My guns shooting quicker
My gas is so loud
I’m feelin so high I could fly in the sky
Fuckin with me watch out you might die
Pause
Pull the glock out
Kick back dropped a bitch now he knocked out
Aye
Flipping the clip then I shoot from my hip
Bro you got hit by my twin holo tips
Man this depressin
You losin you stressin
F*ck
God can’t help you bitch
Now I know you wanna snitch
Rock yo teeth bitch rock yo face
Rap my hands with fucking lace
Hear you tryna take my place
My gaze sends you to the ground
I’m pound for pound
Now do the fucking race
I’ll turn up the bass
I’m bringing the heat
Ya ear drums ringing
When my guns be singing bitch

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