Lyrics God of Rap - Cashleaders

I'm the god of rap
Like Gwen Stefani I make you holla back
Audio crack, Difference is I make you smarter in math
Snap back to reality like a starter cap
To charge is wack i'm large and black, infact lets start with facts
I'm far from hacks and I don't take material
Like a filthy casual like a Tony Hawk manual
It's fast or slow like your friends convincing you to smoke some dro
I'm harder than working construction with open toes
A monstrous nose for awesome coke
I'm that nigga looks familiar but you ain't seen before
Like that nigga doing your mom and then splits out
Only calls her when hes drunk as fuck
I push my luck, Looking for a beaver with a bushy butt
And enough problems for the both of us
I done touched on everything like its oxygen
A fox with hens, I box with men
Who talk like Mike Tyson After fought with them
Hey internet is Jeff awesome yet?

Real talk I don't feel yall
Bunch a pussies like ya need ballz
Bitch ass looking like a see saw
See yall hating like Peewee paws
To get down and dirty
But he got it worse than having to wipe down a clean off
Pockets looking like a mosh pit of mule
Like this guap isn't stopping
And to top it off hot chicks are getting topless
For them rock sniffs, love it love this
Get my bucks in like paper on your muffins
Getting all these riches smoking weed all day
Getting all these bitches they be on that yay
I ain't saying nuttin bitches so stunning
Hit from the back until her muff spits
Lovely old hoes fuck me
I be so on it haters leave in coffins
Cost em they life think they on shit
Douchebags versus God sent
I'm so beast
I'm so street
When they try to walk over me ankles meet teeth
And I'm fuckin awesome call me mr. Possum
Rode in with a shotgun, spitting flames call it hot tongue
Melt so hot sun, when iI start to spit they all run
Aw fuck can't get a friend cause they all ducked
I'm a little cocky with a little rocky
Mixed with Gin and Juice and coffee
Try to stop me

You can not stop this, You can not top this
Global radios you couldn't get played on your walk-men
Three mexicans in your trunk this is hot shit
More explosive than world war three black ops shit
Only see black through my optics
So when the light hits me they call me Illuminati
Fuckin Nazi's they'd rather judge me
For the truth is something thou cannot see
I'm free