Lightning God Reaper
Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it
I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated
How you sayin' that you kill 'em
When the opposition's weaklin's
That's some weak shit, here's some real shit
Imma show you how it's done
Once I'm finished with your ass
They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)
You a young buck
But can't fuck with this veteran
Man, I'll leave your head stuck
On the wall, you're my specimen
Bambi just ran out of luck
Ain't no room for comparison
Now it's time to run amuck, bitch
And I'm the one that runs shit
You ain't ever had real competition
You've been playing with the worms
Thinkin' yourself a magician
But I ain't no Yung Cuck
I don't get put into submission
Homie, you look like you've been needin' some nutrition
So, here I come
No "U" in it, but I bet you wish there was
So you can fill in all the E Girls that hit your dms up
Cross one off your list as you chase another bust
But little do you know you're 'bout to get your antler ass stuffed
By the new king
The one hiding in the shadows
Came back from the gallows
And he loaded with some ammo
Go commando on your life
Leave you mute like you Acco
Only difference, you ain't wholesome
And you're about to lose this battle (yuh)
What do you say, Fire God Ether?
Can you keep up with the lightning of the God Reaper?
I'm a creature from the heavens
But my power is so devilish
Thinkin' of a comeback?
That might as well be a death wish
Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it
I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated
How you sayin' that you kill 'em
When the opposition's weaklin's
That's some weak shit, here's some real shit
Imma show you how it's done
Once I'm finished with your ass
They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)
You a young buck
But can't fuck with this veteran
Man, I'll leave your head stuck
On the wall, you're my specimen
Bambi just ran out of luck
Ain't no room for comparison
Now it's time to run amuck, bitch
And I'm the one that runs shit
Don't get it twisted, homie
This ain't a diss
I've always wanted to go toe to toe with you
Now let's reminisce
Remember when you came to me for help with rap?
Before you started switching avatars and bouncing laps?
Those were the days
But now, shit has changed
I've seen that you've improved
And you're setting shit ablaze
Man, I'm proud of you
But I wanna see what else you can do
I think a battle between me and you is long overdue
So, let go get it
When you're simpin', it's pathetic
When I'm rhymin', it's prophetic
You goin' need an anesthetic
After I kill you with poetics
You can try to put away the headset
But I'll still play your metaphoric ass like a chess set
I'm the Lightning God Reaper
Imma, Imma blow out your speakers
With my axe by my side, I'm goin' huntin' tonight
If you see me in the shadows, then get ready to die
Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it
I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated
How you sayin' that you kill 'em
When the opposition's weaklin's
That's some weak shit, here's some real shit
Imma show you how it's done
Once I'm finished with your ass
They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)
You a young buck
But can't fuck with this veteran
Man, I'll leave your head stuck
On the wall, you're my specimen
Bambi just ran out of luck
Ain't no room for comparison
Now it's time to run amuck, bitch
And I'm the one that runs shit
I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated
How you sayin' that you kill 'em
When the opposition's weaklin's
That's some weak shit, here's some real shit
Imma show you how it's done
Once I'm finished with your ass
They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)
You a young buck
But can't fuck with this veteran
Man, I'll leave your head stuck
On the wall, you're my specimen
Bambi just ran out of luck
Ain't no room for comparison
Now it's time to run amuck, bitch
And I'm the one that runs shit
You ain't ever had real competition
You've been playing with the worms
Thinkin' yourself a magician
But I ain't no Yung Cuck
I don't get put into submission
Homie, you look like you've been needin' some nutrition
So, here I come
No "U" in it, but I bet you wish there was
So you can fill in all the E Girls that hit your dms up
Cross one off your list as you chase another bust
But little do you know you're 'bout to get your antler ass stuffed
By the new king
The one hiding in the shadows
Came back from the gallows
And he loaded with some ammo
Go commando on your life
Leave you mute like you Acco
Only difference, you ain't wholesome
And you're about to lose this battle (yuh)
What do you say, Fire God Ether?
Can you keep up with the lightning of the God Reaper?
I'm a creature from the heavens
But my power is so devilish
Thinkin' of a comeback?
That might as well be a death wish
Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it
I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated
How you sayin' that you kill 'em
When the opposition's weaklin's
That's some weak shit, here's some real shit
Imma show you how it's done
Once I'm finished with your ass
They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)
You a young buck
But can't fuck with this veteran
Man, I'll leave your head stuck
On the wall, you're my specimen
Bambi just ran out of luck
Ain't no room for comparison
Now it's time to run amuck, bitch
And I'm the one that runs shit
Don't get it twisted, homie
This ain't a diss
I've always wanted to go toe to toe with you
Now let's reminisce
Remember when you came to me for help with rap?
Before you started switching avatars and bouncing laps?
Those were the days
But now, shit has changed
I've seen that you've improved
And you're setting shit ablaze
Man, I'm proud of you
But I wanna see what else you can do
I think a battle between me and you is long overdue
So, let go get it
When you're simpin', it's pathetic
When I'm rhymin', it's prophetic
You goin' need an anesthetic
After I kill you with poetics
You can try to put away the headset
But I'll still play your metaphoric ass like a chess set
I'm the Lightning God Reaper
Imma, Imma blow out your speakers
With my axe by my side, I'm goin' huntin' tonight
If you see me in the shadows, then get ready to die
Man, fuck a chorus, I don't need it
I'll just spit it, cause I'm heated
How you sayin' that you kill 'em
When the opposition's weaklin's
That's some weak shit, here's some real shit
Imma show you how it's done
Once I'm finished with your ass
They goin' call you Laz's son (yuh)
You a young buck
But can't fuck with this veteran
Man, I'll leave your head stuck
On the wall, you're my specimen
Bambi just ran out of luck
Ain't no room for comparison
Now it's time to run amuck, bitch
And I'm the one that runs shit
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Writer(s): Bryan Romero
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