Lyrics Ravager (Lord of the Dead) - Martel Tha God

God of tha dead forgive me father
Killin weak MCs why do they even bother
Old heads that can't spit disrespectful fools
You play a good game but don't forget tha rules
Fear not tha mystic told me so I keep spittin
Ex lax on tha track how I keep shittin
Dead bodies line tha studio walls
Stack em up in tha mutha fuckin halls
I'm a killer when it comes to these kronus beats
Known to grab a mic and show amazing feats
Strength and power like in divine situations
You just a weak bitch with mortal limitations
Martel tell em how tha fuckin story goes
Eliminatin all my weak half steppin foes
Another day another dollar another dead career
I killed this rap shit so stay away from her
Cuz it's a crime scene and it ain't shit to see
Just peeled caps and bloody history
Phantasm flow through space and time
Rappers havin trouble just makin rhymes
It's a sad affair they wanna dis me
They gotta death wish evidently
Break em down to half pints if they fuckin hatin
Let em know real fear cuz they death is waitin
Send a death sphere at they fuckin dome
Make a mortuary out they fuckin home
Morning side cemetery put em six feet
Readin out tha obituary it was so sweet
Slaves to tha grind they can't break free
Ain't nobody here can replace me
Comin wit dat shit that fuckin burn ya soul
Runnin wit dem fools that eat ya fuckin whole
You say you listen but you don't fuckin hear me
Cuz if you fuckin did you fools would fuckin fear me
Menace to a track breakin down walls
Dirty like graffiti on bathroom stalls
That's why they call me tha trailer trash god
Eat ya girls fish like some fuckin cod
New underground last supper shit
Like a baby wit a temper throw a fuckin fit
Ain't no mumbles on this track and I can't fuckin sing
Ain't so humble on this track cuz I just fuckin sting
Like a horsefly burn ya body slow
Tall man bitch that body snatchin flow
Martel got that heat but I don't sell it cheap
Got that evil shit that make them angels weep