Rap Jesus

I ain't no rap god or a rap devil, I'm the rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus? That's me shit, hell nah I don't fuck with 3-6
I ain't no rap god or a rap devil, I'm the rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus? That's me shit, hell nah I don't fuck with 3-6
Rap used to be a dream to me, now I'm the source of these rappers nightmares
And I'm light years ahead of you and if you think that I'm playing
You're playing yourself like a video game and your names on a jersey
The state of emergency currently I am in need of some currency
Don't say a word to me or you'll end up in a verse from me
That looks like a fucking murder scene
Losing my patience, please don't approach me
Give me my paycheck know that you owe me
That go for anybody anywhere anytime of the day
Bitch just give me this money
Cause this is a stick up, I pick up on fear like a pitbull
I'll pick you apart while you pick at your pimples
This shit is so simple, I writ with a sickle
That rip you and slit you in bits of bone and tissue
Battle me, ha good luck with that
I will fuck you up so fucking bad so fucking fast
That your ass will be like, "fuck was that?!"
You better watch your fucking back
Who? You if you fucking rap
I go off on tracks and already passed all of y'all
Time to get fucking lapped
My time is valuable, don't fuck with that
Animal and I will fucking snap
Cannibal, Hannibal fuck a snack
I'll have your whole family in oven pans
Damn they like man how fucked up is that?
I am not playing don't fucking laugh
I will bite all of your fingers off
Watch who you're pointing them fucking fingers at
Middle finger who? Middle finger you
Middle finger the whole game when I'm coming through
Middle fingers in the air, like I'm here for the air of the chair...yeah
And I ain't gone middle finger share
Middle finger her, middle finger him
Middle finger to the world, sit n spin
Middle finger til my middle fingers broken, both em
Or til the world middle finger end
I don't give a middle finger bitch I'm gonna hit you and leave you within an inch
Of ya getting a glimpse of you at the gates of the Creator or Hades for dissing me
Bitch you get the picture?
Like IG, I go in like IV's we poisoned like ivy
That's why I be on my knees like God please
Make these voices stop, make the voices stop
I don't mean to be a dick, but if you have a dick
How the hell can't you tell if you boys or not?
Boy you got some nerve saying them words
Man fuck that, I observed from outer-space and I'm fed up with this whole world
Like Mike Tyson I'll eat ya kids, no homo yo I sleep with chicks
But I'm wifed up to this rap shit cause I'm ice cold when that beat hits... shit
What do I know? I'm just a nobody named Mesus
Dropping F-bombs like I can't catch, catch my breath then drop that remix...

Oh you thought I was done huh? hell nah... Coming straight outta nowhere
No rap god no rap devil, just rap Jesus, rap needs this
Who's Mesus? That's me shit, hell nah I don't fuck with 3-6

Dad Dad please don't be mad cause I'm cussing like a motherfucker
But I'm gonna have to show this fucking world, I'm better than Gunna
Plus I'm not afraid to lob grenades at Mr Not Afraid
Skill level kill devils, time to prey
But I don't mean pray like talk to God for you
I mean prey like hunt, got a coffin bought for you
Boy you have no fucking clue who you just woke up
I'm not in your scope cause I'm right at your throat
Fuck a status I'm no one I already know that
But not cause of skill cause I've already shown that
I'm from an era where Biggie king
And if you can't scrap don't get in the ring
They call me Mesus don't forget the name
Diss me bitch I'll kill you and piss on your grave
Hail Mary, Pac probably rolling in his grave
Em busted Puff out and motherfuckers think he's playing
Better watch the fuck out motherfucker I ain't playing
Hop on stage and take the mic from you like I'm Kanye
And watch you stand there like Swift did
And cry about like a rich kid
Give a swift kick to this whole fucking rap game
Shooting everybody like I can't aim plus I can't say their damn names cause I...
Don't know em, young this lil that
Fact is neither one can rap, plus they take it in the back
Why I gotta go there cause it's nowhere
That I won't go for the GOATS chair, aka throne yeah...
Guess it's time to wrap it up
Hip Hopped on a track and tear a rabbit up
Piss in your cheerios or your captain crunch
Diss me? Pop Pop, killshot bag em up