Song parody of
The God Wept
by MellowMan Funk & Mike Mike Dusty Loops
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Fat blunts for the appetizers
Big Mac sliders
Wash them shits down with the apple cider
They ain't actin' like us
We on some ol' ghetto luxury
Royale shit
Come fuck with me
In a sticky situation sittin' comfortably
Cuz I know I'm Godbody ya'll prolly
Ain't even do the math this morning while ya'll pottied
I stayed up late, crafting shit
While ya'll partied
And I'm the one that's lit now nigga I'm not sorry
Not goin' back and forth with these niggas that's atari
Today I wrote a rap that'll buy Zack a 'rarri
I'll just give it to my momma and push a '09 Audi
I never gave a fuck about who see me when I pull up
To be real I hope nobody see me when I pull up
I park up the block, hop out, throw my hood up
And proceed to leave everyone in the cypher shook up
I'm tryna cop the shitty ass crib that look dope inside
The one that look like the nigga sellin' dope inside
Baby Dee doin' hair in the next room
I'm on shrooms with yo boo gettin' my neck groomed
Couple goons playin' pool that let the techs boom
Rick and Mike on the deck playin' spades
Grace pourin' up a glass of Jack D and lemonade
My nigga Frisch wooked out in the restroom
Over the years I dropped a whole lot of gems and
Over the years ya'll niggas had slept on them and
Over the years they got mad at how I ascended
Jesus wept, they wept
The God wept on them
(Cry)
You cornball motherfuckers
Ya'll don't have the recipe
For the Big Mac sliders, man
None of ya'll have shit
Ain't gon' do shit
Funkshway the right way
Fat blunts for the appetizers
Big Mac sliders
Wash them shits down with the apple cider
They ain't actin' like us
We on some ol' ghetto luxury
Royale shit
Come fuck with me
In a sticky situation sittin' comfortably
Cuz I know I'm Godbody ya'll prolly
Ain't even do the math this morning while ya'll pottied
I stayed up late, crafting shit
While ya'll partied
And I'm the one that's lit now nigga I'm not sorry
Not goin' back and forth with these niggas that's atari
Today I wrote a rap that'll buy Zack a 'rarri
I'll just give it to my momma and push a '09 Audi
I never gave a fuck about who see me when I pull up
To be real I hope nobody see me when I pull up
I park up the block, hop out, throw my hood up
And proceed to leave everyone in the cypher shook up
I'm tryna cop the shitty ass crib that look dope inside
The one that look like the nigga sellin' dope inside
Baby Dee doin' hair in the next room
I'm on shrooms with yo boo gettin' my neck groomed
Couple goons playin' pool that let the techs boom
Rick and Mike on the deck playin' spades
Grace pourin' up a glass of Jack D and lemonade
My nigga Frisch wooked out in the restroom
Over the years I dropped a whole lot of gems and
Over the years ya'll niggas had slept on them and
Over the years they got mad at how I ascended
Jesus wept, they wept
The God wept on them
(Cry)
You cornball motherfuckers
Ya'll don't have the recipe
For the Big Mac sliders, man
None of ya'll have shit
Ain't gon' do shit
Funkshway the right way
