k**er Mike - God Complex lyrics

[Pulp Fiction sample] "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish And the tyranny of evil men Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger Those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee." [k**er Mike] Heroin flow, y'all n***as heat your spoons up The c**aine speech keep the audience geeked up My dope boy flow turn good girls to freak s*uts Like crack in the 80s, the flow so crazy You hit this, b**h it'll retard your baby That promethazine queen got you listenin' lazy I'ma stimulate you b**hes, drive your heart rate crazy n***a see the flow brutal, it dilates pupils So desperate for a hit a teacher s**ed off a pupil You heart it right, rewind n***a, listen again I sent the b**h to rehab, made the kid a kingpin And ain't no 12 steppin' this, b**h hit it again! I deserve an indictment for the sh** that I write when I'm high as a motherf**er, burnin' and lightin' I'm God, n***a, sh** thunder, piss out lightning My raps dirty like the piss pissed out by white men In celebrity rehab, but this ain't rehab When Danny Bonaduce check out of rehab I'ma be right there, fat sack of crack Sayin' first hits on me, here go a free gram White girl, white girl, Tatum O'Neal s**in' dick to get a hit of that c**aine k** For real, motherf**er I'm ill I'm dope, I'm coke, I'm the new NyQuil Like junkies with AIDS smokin' dope in Dixie Hills Turnin' tricks and s**in' dicks just to live My metaphors make a motherf**er's face go "Ew!" Like stank on sh**, my metaphors is real Another Simpson Road saga, real life real girl Daughter to a degenerate dope boy named Earl Trap name was Squirrel Cause all he did was chase them s*uts In the cuts and try to get nuts Like these junkie a** rappers that you pay big bucks These commercial a** n***as be industry s*uts To get ahead they give head and take it in their bu*t But ain't no Raz B'ing me, I'm holding my nuts You too l'il for this, young'n run and get me a Dutch Nah make it a Swisher, I'm from the SOUTH, l'il n***a And I'm fat, and I'm black and wear Polo religiously Dope boy dress code, why you think these b**hes be All on me like I got a pocket full of ecstasy Probably cause I got me a pocket full of ecstasy 4X's be right where the Ralph label be Big dick, fat, fresh n***a, label me I done f**ed half the fine b**hes in Decatur I got a b**h in every Zone and three strippers in Zone 3 King Kong h**n dick on a b**h She tie her leg, tap her vein and say poke and stick Her best friend a dick fiend, chasing pipe dreams She s** dick until her teeth showin' like crack fiends f** your favorite rapper motherf**er, Mike' mean f** your favorite rapper motherf**er, Mike' mean Just a l'il violent I'll see you motherf**ers next Sunday Sunday Morning Ma**acre Next time I won't be so late, motherf**ers A l'il violence for your Sunday morning BANG! BANG! BANG!