J-Bankrollz - Zeus Freestyle lyrics

Head of the pantheon, Mount Olympus god Zeus can't be stopped - with my lightning rod My only hot rod is a girl with a thin bod Don't even care if she dresses kind of odd She can even be a bit doughy with batter I don't discriminate, maybe a little fatter Long as she isn't a snake, because I hate an adder More than the Queen of Hearts goes and hates the Mad Hatter Nothing quite as racy as a pa**ion for some lacy fashion I prefer the dashing look of all the money that I'm stashing Never tried to steal - be a bandit? Why? Don't understand it But I understand the underhanded burn of someone thunder-branded Struck by my lightning bolt, rather be stung by a python: Colt Crumbled, yeah they jolted at the frightening amount of volts I'm hot and I'm bold, but at the core I'm cold Look around and all I see are vaults of pure gold I'll rhyme like Dr. Seuss and knock thugs out like I'm Bruce All the while dishing out lashings of pure verbal abuse Stay un-k**-able, rinsing fools with every single syllable Always on the clock, even in my sleep I'm billable Whole different tier, monopoly like De Beers Has me out here ending all these careers Look back, I only see you in my rear I know I'm one of your fears, but I don't want tears Because of my think tank, I make mad bank And am a six star general alone in rank If I'm being frank, it started as a prank But now I'm out here laughing all the way back to the bank I'm the goat, bu*terfly when I float and my tracks are k**er like murder she wrote Don't have to gloat, but I like to like I like to coat made of all of the rappers that I've smote Lyrics tight, I'll smite you with you with my might You don't even have a right to stand up and fight Leave you in a plight where you won't see the light Until a worm grows wings and goes and takes flight An earthworm flapping? We all know that never happens So hope you aren't the target when I start rapping Or I'll drop you in the bowl while you're out napping Flush you down and say deuces as if I'm crapping I'm a superior species, capital letter like DCs You don't even deserve to be my feces Best Drake album, 2011, that's TC But he's been broken and I'll fix him like I do my PCs I keep flipping the script so I could never flop I just sit here and I keep stacking this guwop I'm on real rap while you're on that pop And you just sit there and wait for that 808 beat to drop But see me? I don't even need a trap beat Realest one here and not even from the street Yeah, this is quite the feat and I stay on my feet Clinical rhymes, I suppose you could call them neat I keep a clean space, germophobe, not a trace I'm like a mole, because I stay on your face Beat you to the moon and back, not much of a Space Race I'm at a higher speed and you can't keep pace I only do one, never heard of a mis-take Stay real, nothing fake, only got money to rake I'm the king of the ocean, and you're the lord of the lake And I'm about to take that cake that I didn't even bake Don't feel remorse for eating every last morsel Keep rapping, of course, my voice isn't even coarse I'm a Bugatti, and you're just a horse, with a shrunken torso that worships Thor the Norse But I'm the real thunder boss and now I'm cross If you fight me, that's a mistake and it's only your loss I'm about to string you up like I do my floss And make your head sing as if you were Diana Ross Keep going, sky high like a Boeing Six months in and I'm not even showing Delivery date, I suppose there's no knowing I'm a coursing river and my mouth keeps flowing I keep like the heat like kids pack a snack And I hit you with the strap when I come and attack Bottles are in on this track, watch the head Or I'm about to come down with this goddamn six rack