Gotti - Pagan Gods lyrics

[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 [Hook] x2 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