[Verse 1: Gotti]
Yo the blunts I be rollin is too fat for you to hold'em
As is the paper that I'm foldin, just got my wallet swollen
And the tracks I be lacin, you don't know who you facin
This is God with a hockey mask and a machete like Jason
With which I cut off your faces, ya ears in particular
They threw me out of school cuz I didn't follow the curriculum
Cuz this is real sh** I vomitspit like MF Doom
Boys, it's about time that your mind consumed
This is the era, you been waitin for
Can't believe all the sick sh** I be bringing out the drawer
Are you ready for war? Then son, whatchu waitin for
I be at ya door knocking, and shaking the floor
You know you listened to my tapes, every single one
Been hearing what I been kicking since day f**ing one
So why fruttin son, acting like you don't believe
Like your eyes can't perceive, what my moms did conceive
Standing right in front of you, no it's not a miracle
This is the lyrical, clerical kid making you miserable
Life is difficult, when the sound penetrates your skin
Last year I was sloppy, now I'm ready to begin
This is my destiny, the sh** meant was meant for me, prepared mentally
Spittin in a foreign language intercontinentally
Transcendentally like I was from a-nother dimension
Takin whack rappers to school, and send you to detention
The center of attention, building the suspension
When I grab the mic, it's like divine intervention
Heavenly ascension, straight from the depths of hell
Cracked open tha shell just to come and ring ya bell
My flow is unrefined like the oil from a well
Raw like a Voodoo spell, It ain't hard to tell
My name ain't hard to spell, so you better recognize
G-o-double t-i young star on the rise
Whom many despise claiming I be telling lies
If you wanna know the truth just take a look in my eyes
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The lonely, one and only fly boy wonder
Dope child, my rhymes crack the sky like thunder
Me and my mic is like Poseidon and his Trident
I'm a f**in Titan when comes to spittin and writtin
The Earth is my moms, the sky is my father
I could unleash the gods wrath, but why bother?
There's no sense in fighting, over the title
Religious or atheist, son you know I'm ya idol
[Verse 2: Gotti]
Yeah now I said it, and f** who gets the credit
MCs tried to flee, but they all got shredded
What, you don't get it? f** it, don't sweat it
And if this sh** make you wanna move, dog, let it
Never forget it, the Pagan god is in effect
A Rebel like Inspectah Deck, rip off heads so protect ya neck
Just pa** me the mic, so I can show you the Light
And strike down on these sell outs with all my might
Rappers delight, every day and every night
Just give me little Wayne's blood and a feather pen so I can write
Nowadays ignorant boys making noise, toy souljahs
I destroy ya ringtone raps, now it's all over
These, fake MCs, shootin the breese
Trying to up their steeze, they can't reach my knees
It's like a disease, everybody wanna hold the mic
Freeze! Hands behing ya head, and drop it right now