[Hook 3]
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3]
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing [bad word]  poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's [bad word] 
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I [bad word] rhymes, but sometimes when [bad word] 
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here [bad word] trying to censor you
Like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've morphed into an [bad word] through the portal
You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the [bad word] that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with [bad word] cornrows
You're like normal, [bad word] being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To [bad word] and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a [bad word] at Mayweather’s pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
''Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you''
 [bad word] at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made [bad word] 
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a [bad word] #39; audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses, that versus you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to prove
That if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins to (ughhh)
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills [bad word] me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, [bad word] you
I'm [bad word] so Satan take the [bad word] wheel, I'm asleep in the fron