God O' Rhymes
This time let's not waste, this clock doesn't go nowhere
Near my hip or face I swear, my rear can sell me anywhere
My phone works, but I'm in jail, I'm called off and farted bail
Not on any other scales
Cuz I fish intimacy, its like I'm hooked to guts of sea
These bitches full of garbage beef, this waste causes me to tick
Like an old timer's 53', stallin' right before one min
Fallin' to the finish min
Are you four wheel? You look like I convert a bill
Like shekels turned to bill, it'll Cosby more than a meal
I'll be high as he feels, me while I'm on the pill
He's bananas, he's got a peel
The audience got no chill
While I'm rockin' my crocs and I'm poppin', audience floppin' I shocked 'em
Pockets with rockets inside 'em, tased to the height of a rock in
Space I'm so fly with these hot wings, spicy with mild feel of raw beet
Imma raw dog in this sauce beat, mix 'em with O-MER's white sauces
Alfredo mushroom, and blocked cheese
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
Oppenheimer eye liner, it lines my eyes up like fire
It rises the sun, like power
Imagined only in showers
Thoughts are racing, devoured
Atomic bombs hit like sour, lemons
How does one's brain, run with no owls
I'm so confused, who cut the power
So abused, my mind is crowded
My brain's loud and a coward
I refuse to encounter
My bruised, thoughts and reminders
It's infused in my eye lids
Like 9 inch nails I make towers
Using hammers and powered
Tools that I have acquired
Now I'm too overpowered
I thought of this, the thought of godliness and of the obvious
I rhyme with this bionic confidence like I'm the one for this
I hardly miss, so no one punch a fist, or shit, I'll own 'em
Cuz I'm dominant, in my eyes incompetence is mirrored on ya
My pits anonymous, no one see me cry or hiss
Best to show them I sweat dominos
That fall like blocks of this, black dot numbered bits
There's no tolerance, to these condiments that don't rhyme for shit
I eat them like a ramen dish, like a supper fish
I'm a puffer bitch, spiked with rum and gin
Skunked and drunk as shit
Imma finna wish
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
I stand so tall, that's why you under-stand me
12 feet below you is, after I buried
I can see hoes for miles, like a cemetery
So no one challenge me, don't dare to just dare me
I'll chop you up, with some alfredo and bland cheese
So hoe don't ram at me, I'll make this go crazy
Don't start a fight with me, I'll make this raw men beef
Made from my enemies, with salt and some veggies
Salty's good for me, cuz you won't be bland with
The salt will finally, give you some flavors
So your music won't just be, bitter and tasteless
Now go to hell you bitch, I'll be there 'cause I'm the devil
Now go to hell you bitch, I'll be there 'cause I'm the
('Cause I'm) ('Cause I'm) ('Cause I'm)
'Cause I'm the devil
Near my hip or face I swear, my rear can sell me anywhere
My phone works, but I'm in jail, I'm called off and farted bail
Not on any other scales
Cuz I fish intimacy, its like I'm hooked to guts of sea
These bitches full of garbage beef, this waste causes me to tick
Like an old timer's 53', stallin' right before one min
Fallin' to the finish min
Are you four wheel? You look like I convert a bill
Like shekels turned to bill, it'll Cosby more than a meal
I'll be high as he feels, me while I'm on the pill
He's bananas, he's got a peel
The audience got no chill
While I'm rockin' my crocs and I'm poppin', audience floppin' I shocked 'em
Pockets with rockets inside 'em, tased to the height of a rock in
Space I'm so fly with these hot wings, spicy with mild feel of raw beet
Imma raw dog in this sauce beat, mix 'em with O-MER's white sauces
Alfredo mushroom, and blocked cheese
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
Oppenheimer eye liner, it lines my eyes up like fire
It rises the sun, like power
Imagined only in showers
Thoughts are racing, devoured
Atomic bombs hit like sour, lemons
How does one's brain, run with no owls
I'm so confused, who cut the power
So abused, my mind is crowded
My brain's loud and a coward
I refuse to encounter
My bruised, thoughts and reminders
It's infused in my eye lids
Like 9 inch nails I make towers
Using hammers and powered
Tools that I have acquired
Now I'm too overpowered
I thought of this, the thought of godliness and of the obvious
I rhyme with this bionic confidence like I'm the one for this
I hardly miss, so no one punch a fist, or shit, I'll own 'em
Cuz I'm dominant, in my eyes incompetence is mirrored on ya
My pits anonymous, no one see me cry or hiss
Best to show them I sweat dominos
That fall like blocks of this, black dot numbered bits
There's no tolerance, to these condiments that don't rhyme for shit
I eat them like a ramen dish, like a supper fish
I'm a puffer bitch, spiked with rum and gin
Skunked and drunk as shit
Imma finna wish
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Yo, God of Rhymes!
Hoe (Hoe)
I have a mind of tung!
Stans (Stans)
All run around!
The God of Rhymes!
The God of Rhymes!
I stand so tall, that's why you under-stand me
12 feet below you is, after I buried
I can see hoes for miles, like a cemetery
So no one challenge me, don't dare to just dare me
I'll chop you up, with some alfredo and bland cheese
So hoe don't ram at me, I'll make this go crazy
Don't start a fight with me, I'll make this raw men beef
Made from my enemies, with salt and some veggies
Salty's good for me, cuz you won't be bland with
The salt will finally, give you some flavors
So your music won't just be, bitter and tasteless
Now go to hell you bitch, I'll be there 'cause I'm the devil
Now go to hell you bitch, I'll be there 'cause I'm the
('Cause I'm) ('Cause I'm) ('Cause I'm)
'Cause I'm the devil
Credits
Writer(s): Omer Levy
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