Kyle Rapps - God-Like lyrics

Intro: [Denzel Washington's "King Kong" speech from Training Day] [Verse 1] Her a** look like a peach, p**y pit Rap Kurt Thomas, f** your rookie clique The light's on, fully lit Python, turn your wife on, bully sh** Type A, blood hungry You might pay, love money Colombian drug tummy I'm hard as f**, Doug Funny Gin rummy I'm one sick puppy Snorting crushed prescription, bumping Kid Cudi I've been gully In God we trust, trust me I f**ed her hard, made her bu*t pee For old men, there's no country I'm so Zen Sit still in a coke binge I'm awkward like Coplin Jerking off with no lotion Punch me in the throat watch me choke in slow motion Mermaid b**h gave me dome in the ocean She's young, I'm hung like clothes with a clothes pin I don't have a f** if I don't get no spins [x3] [Denzel Washington] King Kong ain't got sh** on me! [x2] [Verse 2] I'd rather be alone than with a f**ing fake harlot Looking for that leftover sh** cum on the carpet Suburban hardship Kyle Rapp's on the market I get my beats online, get my clothes at Target 10 threes in your face, didn't know I was guarded I'm so f**ing starving, I can taste my rib cage I'm looking for a chick to be my dick slave Jerk me off with your feet until my dick spray Create a mixtape in six days These n***as in their life long b**h phase I robbed the venue just to make sure I get paid f** you, I hope your family gets AIDs I brought a gun to school in sixth grade I found it in the sewer Old rappers wish their style sounded newer New rappers' style sound just like manure Kyle Rapps' style sound just like The Future