Our Father

Lyrics

[Verse 1: S God] I look like a demon, the angel has fallen Down from the heavens and straight to the bottom My soul is too rotton and now I'm a problem Your lines are too basic so fall back like autumn I am not impressed with you fuck boys yappin' over beats being dumb enough to call that shit rappin' I'm te dragon to your village, burn it down 'till it's finished I be snappin' every minute so these faggots wanna mimic Bitch I keep it 300 Dirty as my dungeon High class shit, got a trap house in London Zombie walkin' out my coffin, listen up when the prophet's talkin' Graveyard stalker, slaughter proper Hated by fathers, idolized by daughters I'm a motherfuckin' God A motherfuckin' God All praise be to the almighty me Got a girl that's the pinnacle of beauty like Aphrodite Precisely, so that means hoes is something I don't need bitch S God who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done My enemies shall be slain Give to us our daily bread and forgive us of our sins And hope that you don't cross me 'gain or the price you'll pay is grim Worshiped by the masses, penthouse nights in Calabasas I'mma work and slave and shed my blood until I make a classic Never could afford your clothes, so I went and made my own Now they flockin' for my shit, nonbelievers suck my dick Fuck all of y'all tryna run my life Fuck all of y'all hittin' on my wife Fuck anyone that ever was a limitation I guess I exceeded all expectations [Hook: S God] S God who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done My enemies shall be slain Give to us our daily bread and forgive us of our sins And hope that you don't cross me 'gain or the price you'll pay is grim S God who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done My enemies shall be slain Give to us our daily bread and forgive us of our sins And hope that you don't cross me 'gain or the price you'll pay is grim [Verse 2: S God] The black mage on a mission for the number one position Ask why murders my descision, kill you simply for existing Spit that smooth shit that make you rethink why you even do music 'Cause there's no use making songs when everybody leaves you muted, fuckin' stupid Ain't nobody wanna hear a no talent hack, spittin' bullshit over tracks Makin' shit that's fuckin' whack, bitch I stab you in the back just for talkin' crazy If we talkin' racks then I'm takin' 80, no fugazy Line up my shot, hit the game with a collateral Out of sight, makin' moves, call it supernatural Lightning strike when I bless this mic Nancy Carrigin your shit, hit you up with a pipe Bitch come at me proper, I'm 'gon slaughter, not a talker I'm the demon priest, I sacrifice you upon the alter I rip heads up off the collar, eat they brains now I'm a schollar Drink they blood up like it's water, Herman Schultz bitch I'm a shocker Makin' moves with my chakra, all my diamonds drippin' auqua High class like I'm Sinatra, I'm the best inside my genre