Verse 1:
It's Nacho Picasso, born from Greece
With Medussa's head sown in my golden fleece
Should have been a Minotaur, because your boy's a beast
Got me feelin' like Ares, cause I know no peace
Got my burner from Hephaestus, Athena my niece
If you're a slow learner then Homer can teach
Tonight we dine in [bad word]  you feel the heat?
Gettin' head from a hydra, you feel the teeth?
I'm high as Mount Olympus, and your God is about the business
Hera is my wife, Aphrodite is my mistress
Coldest [bad word] out here and Apollo be my witness
May the lightning strike you down if your name is on my [bad word] list
Fly as [bad word]  so they swallow my babies
And all my ex-ladies hope I die and go to Hades
Mariners tribal, Poseidon, I'm wavy
Your [bad word] Helen of Troy, she creepin' like crazy

Hook:
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
My style gets bit, like it's laid with snakes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
And my style gets bit, like it's laid with snakes

Verse 2:
No pupils, I'm enlightened
I eat thunder, I'm crappin' lightning
My Pegasus, a white horse with white wings
It's frightening to see a [bad word] with white things
The world on my back, no need for sight seeing
I get carried away, no need for hiking
Mortals no it's over once a girl takes a liking
Yes I am a Spartan, but I'm horny as Viking
Sniffin' Brooke Shield, these beats are my meals
My packs and (?), as lips remained sealed
Kissed by a rose, on a grave so sealed
Yes this is mythology, but [bad word] I'm so real
Bad yellow [bad word] like April O'Neil
She's basically thrilled, feeds me grapes as she peel
She's facing me (?), with an eighth of that kill
rolled up dollar bill, I'm wasted and (?)

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