Look
Hypnotized by the illuminati
wear triangles
talk about alchemy
that I worship Satan
rock devil horns and rap about it
me and [bad word] wrote this song
to prove wrong

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

But for me to rap like [bad word] must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen’ll go off when I half [bad word] it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinski feeling on his [bad word] I’m an MC still as honest
But [bad word] and as indecent as all [bad word] Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill ‘em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don’t really wanna get into a [bad word] match
With this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
backpack rap, [bad word]  yap-yap, yackety-yack
at the exact same time
I-attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that
I’ll still be able to break a [bad word]  table
Over the back of a couple of [bad word] and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop “F” bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period
Here’s a Maxi-Pad
It’s actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I’m masterfully [bad word] this masterpiace

I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this [bad word] ain’t that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be [bad word] the blueprint’s
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
MC’s get taken to school with this music
‘Cause I use it
as a vehicle to ‘bust a rhyme’
Now I lead a New School full of students
Me? I’m a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren
Yella Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day – grow up
Blow up and be in a position
- To [bad word] D.M.C. induct them
Into the [bad word]  Rock n’
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You [bad word] think it’s all a game
‘Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the [bad word] are you thinking?
Little [bad word] looking boy
So [bad word] I can barely say it with a ‘straight’ face looking boy
Eminem’s too white to call you a nig, but I guess he’s [bad word] enough to call you [bad word] looking boy
Oy vey, that boy’s [bad word] bleached hair? that’s a [bad word] looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a “way to go” from your label every day looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what d’you say looking boy?
I get a  [bad word] yeah” from Dre looking boy
I’mma work for – everything I have
Never asked nobody for [bad word] get out my face looking boy
Basically boy – you’re never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, ’cause

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

So you’ll 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 Ra