Cambatta - When Gods Use Guns lyrics

This is what happens when Gods use guns Batta Smoke! I'm a Jehovah's Witness with no arms When It come to that dough I'ma head knock I hit the ground running how that whip work Car flawless speeding through Bed Rock I'm Rafiki in a dashiki Sex simba, I mufasa Brother lion to the king he a coon I'ma Ta Ta Scar him, swallow slugs like Pumba When I'm stressed out I do a woosah I'll flip a dub to a bird like the Wu sign Them little piggies k**ed my dad out in Tucson They ain't know that n***a's son was a wolf God I burst shotties Bullet holes O.D. in the middle of your body like the word body This a purge party I'ma bring the can in like its BYOB but I thirst hardly Ima burn Marley Over your body Puff, drop ash on tee Like Irv Gotti Ink murder like cephalopod poison My voice is just weaponized noises, Batta I was born on July 21st If I shoot you and you live you a cancer survivor I'll burn a Mac in your back Like the dead black comedian's ambulance driver I screw ratchet hoes for the nut And then bolt to twist up please hand me the pliers You got a sack? I'ma make you all red Put a cap to your head like Santa's attire The Devil's just God in a ski mask Leave you stiff for the base like freeze tag Red dots when I squeeze mags Batta turn a pale face to a f**ing Japanese flag That sh** sound Mike Tyson on a speed bag Bbbrbrbrbbrbrbbrbrbrb you can keep that Shots rectum, lick lick they eat a** Your red blood looks so pretty on green gra** I'm 'bout dollars I'm cross seas like cent signs I send shots across heads like lent time My Trigger is a cli*oris I hit a G spot Anytime my finger get to flicking it's a s** crime I'm circumcised But I'm 'bout to have my foreskin re-attached so I can fit the work inside Or I put a zipper on my scrotum The cops come I fill it up with coka I'll take a hit of acid to the face like a misbehaved Arab woman Crush a couple qualudes in a pack of puddin I wait til she go to sleep then I smash her puss in Hit it so good she wake up she glad she took it Cops blasting bullets They can give black man a red neck, n***a that's an afro mullet My plug is like a couch cuz he has the kush in But he don't let me in the kitchen when that crack is cooking I want a Bugatti like Mickey Ward's fans My wrist game so strong like I got 4 hands I'll restructure the floor plan of the Lord's land If I have to waste another day as a poor man b**h I'm too lit I'ma dilate my nostrils and hit this 8 ball like a pool stick Sniff sniff snort ooh sniff Whip whip whip, I need a new wrist The deuce spit at you dudes with loose lips Then I jet with a goon dough like Bruce did f** a Consequence no Q-Tip Young X boomer to your back I'm a new pit I'm a stoner like a caveman I can hold a blunt and light it with the same hand I can break down gla** and make sand I can see the words in the numbers like Rain Man When you pray you end it with an amen When God pray he end it an A-Cam I can stare straight at the sun with no rayban All that bull sh** in the Bible's a straight scam Generate, Operate, Destroy My job description on this planet I'm employ If Eve ate the apple I'm a f**ing android Satan whispered in my ear when I was just a little boy Told me step out from the silence get adjusted to the noise k** them psychologically like i was studying with Freud n***a they stuck me in a void Gods grab guns when they're annoyed