GOLDEN GOD

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Baker Ya Maker - Rap, USA

GOLDEN GOD

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[Intro: ? & ?] Hey, what do you want with frank I can [?] it to [?], I can [?] on the street, what the fuck differences rule to you anyway? [Verse 1] Crank, crank, this ain't what you think Spike a little in my drink and now I'm feelin' like a tank Tweakin' geekin', I can't think, buggin' while I swing a pistol And I'm looking for my break, yelling out this is my mission Ain't no bitch up in my blood, grew up swimming with the gators Twisting like a hurricane, that shit, I think they named it Baker Rims scraping on the hearse, since my birth, I been cursed Shit, it's only getting worse, because I kick it with the worst Golden eye, golden god, wanna name it after me Prophecies in the stars, now at night they pray to me Satan built in with the laser, I've been soil ya with the razor Bring that chainsaw, watch them bodies stop in the Frayser Rest in pieces motherfucker, oh, I promise it's a wrap So gone on the chrome, now it's time for my attack In the dark I be creepin', never sleepin', watch your back Mr. Tombstone Reaper, kicking dust, I never lack [Bridge: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Baker Ya Maker] Take his ends, go and buy some skunk, go get real drunk Golden God By '94 we snortin' that funk and lockin' bitches in the trunk Golden God Take his ends, go and buy some skunk, go get real drunk Golden God By '94 we snortin' that funk and lockin' bitches in the trunk Golden God Take his ends, go and buy some skunk, go get real drunk Golden God By '94 we snortin' that funk and lockin' bitches in the trunk Golden God Take his ends, go and buy some skunk, go get real drunk Golden God By '94 we snortin' that funk and lockin' bitches in the trunk [Verse 2] Candlelight, boogeyman I'm out for spite Just to take another life, to get the high that I so like Body buzzing mind numbin', from the flesh I take a bite See this dead man walking, in my eyes you see the light Shit can't get no worse for me, I been chillin' at my low When the times is getting tough, the devil's knocking at the door I got these demons on my back, and I can't seem to let them go Oh no, oh no, I feel them coming back for more Tell my family please forgive me, for I am a rotten soul All the people that I've hurt, just know I am a rolling stone Throw my name up in the lights, ya boy just tryna make a bone Ain't no point that I won't fight, walking tall I stand alone [Outro] Golden God Golden God Golden God

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  • Baker Ya Maker