Lyrics Blunt God - M-Hunt

They call me blunt cause that's how God rolled me
Don't look now but I think the sky's falling
I think I see the haters eyeballing
You see light and Bob Marley (Yeah)
Then it must be God Calling
They call me blunt cause that's how God rolled me
Don't look now but I think the sky's falling
I think I see the haters eyeballing
You see light and Bob Marley (Yeah)
Then it must be God Calling

I've been killing these demons
Threw me off the deep end
These son of a bitches
They got me seething
They want me to give up and take a seat
Like a paraplegic
Cause these bars ain't sittin' well
Starting to think I need some help
I got you bitches on life alert
When I aim, come through, in stealth
Look at yourself
These bars could be under or over the roof
Which sorta reminds me the critique of the song that went over your head
Should've been placed to bed
Cause they told me that the hook was too sped
Kinda funny, cause I was going stupid on the verse
But this isn't the first it's came to my attention
That I'd kill, 'least everybody
But motherfuckers that tell me to quit
I think it's just that I got them nervous
I do it on purpose
You piss me off and you peons get hurt and
I got them hurtin' every time I name a slut, bitch, or person
Usually don't mean shit personally to me
But they ask me if the flack, is it worth it?
I still think that it's just that

They call me blunt cause that's how God rolled me
Don't look now but I think the sky's falling
I think I see the haters eyeballing
You see light and Bob Marley (Yeah)
Then it must be God Calling
They call me blunt cause that's how God rolled me
Don't look now but I think the sky's falling
I think I see the haters eyeballing
You see light and Bob Marley (Yeah)
Then it must be God Calling

Back on my bullshit
You actin so clueless
I don't go out of my way
To rap or just do this
It's in my bloodstream
To make these rappers look foolish
If I gave a fuck about the clap backs
That could make them look like a blueprint
Cause the minute I hear my name
I'm goin to work
Lock and load the missle
With every word
That's written to hit you
Stomp you thin as newsprint
Now you ain't no issue
Tear it up
You tearin'
Someone get bitch a tissue
You ain't expect me
To hit you with this new flow did you (Nah)
Keep it a buck
I'll probably die with you
Cause I kickback so hard, that every time I shoot
I'm relaxed and won't miss you