the ground below

RTJ, the God

The God killer, this Tokyo and I'm Godzilla
Playing blackjack versus death, gun on the card dealer
Just bought a Demon, I'm screamin' up out the car dealer
The last temptation of Mike, but I'm a god figure

Tell Beelzebub that the God don't need a job
And if I did, the oligarchs would be missing, murdered and robbed
This is Bonaparte and he paired with Toussaint
And they went on a world conquest, tearing your bone apart

Michael remained murderous, but still virtuous
Wait to kill the petty and foul at the church services
Not a holy man, but I'm moral in my perverseness
So I support the sex workers unionizing their services

You say that you don't love me, ayy (oh), I'm guessing I'ma be okay
You say that you don't feel me now (oh), I feel like I'ma live somehow
Your love never meant much to me (ayy, oh)
Love never meant much to me (ayy)
Love never meant much to me (oh uh-uh)
Your love never meant much

Born from the ether, I just appeared out a cloud of reefer
Need to Screamin' "Fuck the world,"
It can drink what's coming out my urethra (yeah)
I'll slap a dying child, he don't pronounce my name correct

Rules have gotta be rules, any exceptions, and I'm not a leader
Think in the box, I'm not getting my fix, then shit is iffy (uh)
Felate a donut hole wife don't get to the crib and quickly (oh)
I'll watch my mouth when I'm finished watching y'all suck clout

Don't doubt you put an ounce of that evil on me, I'm flippin', Ricky (yeah)
I give a inch to you simps, I'll never forgive me
Not saying it's a conspiracy, but you're all against me
You see a future where Run the Jewels ain't the shit
Cancel my Hitler-killing trip, turn the time machine back around a century

You say that you don't love me ayy (oh), I'm guessing I'ma be okay
You say that you don't feel me now (oh), I feel like I'ma live somehow
Your love never meant much to me (oh)
Love never meant much to me
Love never meant much to me (oh, uh-uh)

Your love never meant much, much, much, much, much, much, much
Much, much, much, much, much, much, much

Every child, woman, and man (oh), opinion don't matter, stick to your plan
If they judge, still don't budge (oh), don't give a inch, don't give a nudge (nudge)
Life a bitch, leave you battered and bent (oh)
Lose or win, gotta hold up your chin (chin)
And I put it on Jaime and me (oh), we just gave you inspiration for free
The money never meant much



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jonathan Michael King, Andrew Gill, Jaime Meline, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham, David Geoffrey Allen, Wilder Zoby Schwartz
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