Rap God

Look

I was gonna go easy on you

not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance

Something's wrong

I can feel it (Six minutes

Slim Shady

you're on)

Just a feeling I've got

like something's about to happen

but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means

we're in trouble – big trouble

And if he is bananas as you say

I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doctor ordered

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 slapbox

slapbox?

They said I rap like a robot

so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock 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 Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and indecent as all hell

Syllables skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)

This slickety-gippety-hippity-hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappity-rap

Packing a Mack in the back of the Ac

backpack rap

yap-yap

yacketty-yack

And now at the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots 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 constructing this masterpiece

yeah

'Cause 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 slapbox

slapbox?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard

that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well

to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the earth like an asteroid

I did nothing but shoot for the moon since

*pew*

MCs get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust the 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 meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'

Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game till I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and

tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay looking boy

So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy

You witnessing a massacre

Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy

Oy vey

that boy's gay

that's all they say looking boy

You get a thumbs up

pat on the back

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

Hey

looking boy

what you say looking boy?

I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy

I'mma work for everything I have

Never asked nobody for that shit

get outta 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 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 in common

poodle

I'm a Doberman

pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage

pupil

It's me

my honesty's brutal

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 try to 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 crunch rhymes

but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come 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'd 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'm

Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows

You write normal

fuck being normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad

Singin' to a man while he played piano

Man

oh

man

that was the 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"

Lyrics coming 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 of rubber

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm devastating

more than never demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading

and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off

they'll 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 diverse as you

It's curtains

I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to prove

That if you were half as nice

your songs and you could sacrifice virgins too

School flunky

pill junky

But look at the accolades these skills brung 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 and cheek

fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel

I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D. & the Boys

still chunky

but funky

But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it

life's handing you lemons

make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake it for Satan

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip a broad

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

Be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?