I know you're not into politics
It's all about measuring a big dick
"I'ma run for president
And help my people get rich"
OK, that's a bunch of bullshit
You making money like Brad Pitt
Count a hundred bands ain't that lit?
Choke on your own fucking spit
I bet you feel like a idiot
Just got from church and now you bout' to hit a lick
You say you worship Jesus, but you ride with Satan
N***a I ain't got no problems with ya, but ya ass is faking
Now how you gonna say us blacks on the plantation?
When you doing that coon shit with them crackers mane
I know you listening to this song going insane
Mr. Blood take a gun and blow out your brains
I am the hitman, aiming at all these lames
Write a list and take names
I ain't in it for the fame
Black consciousness talking about some ignorance
But n***a i'm just sitting here smoking cigarettes
I am just minding my own business
But this n***a over here talking about some freak shit
I am in the abstract, no words can describe this
Go talk to the Baphomet and check with him
Even he can't figure out a description
Didn't I tell you that I am the ultimate atheist bitch?
J. Cole in here bringing out the incense
Only reason why I reject is because I don't believe in repentance
Because I don't believe in God you fucking faggots
Oh i'm sorry to offend you, I lost my homie to trapping
Lord, I pray to rest his soul to keep...
But you don't listen to me, this shit is too deep
I got so much to offer that I may be blessed
Holy spirit possess you, n***a i'm impressed