🎵 Rap Jesus (Remix) // by Mesus

5 ContributorsRap Jesus (Remix) Lyrics [Intro] I'm no rap god or a rap devil I'm the rap Jesus, rap needs this Who's Mesus? That's me, shit Nell nah, I don't fuck with 3-6 I'm no rap god or a rap devil I'm the rap Jesus, rap needs this Who's Mesus? That's me, shit Nell nah, I don't fuck with 3-6 [Verse 1] Rap used to be a dream to me Now I'm the source of these rappers nightmares And I'm light years ahead of you And if you think that I'm playin' you playin' yourself Like a video game and your names on a jersey The state of emergency currently I am in need of some currency Don't say a word to me or you'll end up in a verse from me That look like a fuckin' murder scene Losin' my patience, please don't approach me Give me my paycheck, know that you owe me That go for anybody anywhere any time of the day Bitch just give me this money 'Cause this is a stickup, I pick up on fear like a pitbull I'll pick you apart while you pick at your pimples This shit is so simple, I writ with a sickle That rip you and slit you in bits of bone and tissue Battle me, ha good luck with that I will fuck you up so fuckin' bad so fuckin' fast That your ass will be like, "Fuck was that?!" You better watch your fuckin' back Who? You if you fuckin' rap I go off on tracks and already passed all of y'all Time to get fuckin' lapped My time is valuable, don't fuck with that Animal and I will fuckin' snap Cannibal, Hannibal, fuck a snack I'll have your whole family in oven pans Damn they like man how fucked up is that? I am not playin', don't fuckin' laugh I will bite all of your fingers off Watch who you're pointin' them fuckin' fingers at Middle finger who? Middle finger you Middle finger the whole game when I'm comin' through Middle fingers in the air, like I'm here for the heir of the chair, yeah And I ain't gone middle finger share Middle finger her, middle finger him Middle finger to the world, sit n spin Middle finger 'til my middle finger's broken, both 'em Or 'til the world middle finger end I don't give a middle finger Bitch, I'm wanna hit you and leave you within an inch You get a glimpse of you at the gates of the Creator Or Hades for dissin' me, bitch you get the picture? Like IG, I go in like IV's we poisoned like ivy That's why I be on my knees like God, please Make these voices stop, make the voices stop I don't mean to be a dick, but if you have a dick How the hell could you tell if you boys or not? Boy you got some nerve sayin' them words Man fuck that I observed from outer-space and I'm fed up with this whole world Like Mike Tyson I'll eat ya kids, no homo, yo I sleep with chicks But I'm wifed up to this rap shit 'cause I'm ice cold when that beat hits... shit What do I know? I'm just a nobody named Mesus Dropping f-bombs like I can't catch, catch my breath then drop that remix... [Bridge] Oh, you thought I was done huh? Hell nah Comin' straight outta nowhere No rap god, no rap devil Just rap Jesus, rap needs this Who's Mesus? That's me shit Hell nah, I don't fuck with 3-6 [Verse 2] Dad, Dad, please don't be mad 'cause I'm cussin' like a motherfucker But I'm gonna have to show this fuckin' world, I'm better than Gunna Plus I'm not afraid to lob grenades at Mr. Not Afraid Skill level kill devils, time to prey But I don't mean pray like talk to God for you I mean prey like hunt, got a coffin bought for you Boy you have no fuckin' clue who you just woke up I'm not in your scope 'cause I'm right at your throat Fuck a status, I'm no one I already know that But not 'cause of skill, 'cause I've already shown that I'm from an era where Biggie king And if you can't scrap don't get in the ring They call me Mesus, don't forget the name Diss me bitch I'll kill you and piss on your grave Hail Mary, Pac probably rollin' in his grave Em busted Puff out and motherfuckers think he's playin' Better watch the fuck out motherfucker I ain't playin' Hop on stage and take the mic from you like I'm Kanye And watch you stand there like Swift did And cry about like a rich kid Give a swift kick to this whole fuckin' rap game Shootin' everybody like I can't aim Plus I can't say their damn names cause I Don't know 'em, young this, lil that Fact is neither one can rap, plus they take it in the back Why I gotta go there? 'Cause it's nowhere That I won't go for the GOATS chair, aka throne, yeah Guess it's time to wrap it up Hip-Hopped on a track and tear a rabbit up Piss in your cheerios or your captain crunch Diss me? Pop-pop, killshot, bag 'em up