God's Anger

[Verse 1: Bo Dean] Check it, hold a dollar? If you was a balloon, I wouldn't let you hold my breath He Yasiin Bey now, cause when it come to killin' rappers I brought the most to death Who's next? Ask Goldberg, nigga I don't pick 'em, just pick 'em apart I think it's your turn, nigga I come in, slaughter a house, I'll Drago Apollos Macho bravado, a mix with Aristotle and Zado Swallow a hollow, where I go "Bravo" they shout though Only fro more popular is Ronald McDonald's, bitch Beef with us, I'll kick your ass in the X-Ray room So you can see every bone you break when I beat you up They don't speak the truth, these cats Un Kasa from Dipset If he was a credible source for info, unbelievable Ask Mary, I go rounds, I'm buttin' these Joes In the line for Hov's crown, it's 'bout to go down I'm A1, you 'bout 5'9" It'll be Liddell vs. Ortiz all over if you givin' me crooked eyes Pull your card like Yu-Gi-Oh!, I'll cut his hands off If success and wealth ain't what my future holds I go from angel to demon Treat him like a punchin' bag, hang him from the ceilin' Then get to swingin' [Verse 2: Hystory] Since the few RL niggas was scared, let me get 'em I'm different, I'm on the bus with a retarded kid spittin' Extra chrome, usin' metaphors like they're metal force Want all the cheddar, boy, any left, I won't settle for Get your melon torn, different level that you're never on Don't ever wife bitches with kids, she wish you never born Weed activist, me and Mary elopin' Smoke a dub on camera, cannabis promotion I tell Dub, "Handle your boo", and I ghost 'em They trash, you pick 'em up, you got a janitor's devotion Flow like the ocean, shit that you could row in Two bitches comin' together, nigga no twins Tryna have a war with the words and get no wins Respect when you approachin', or leave here with no chin Hystory the great, yeah, got on my cape, yeah Bananas, you would think they shot the Planet of the Apes here Pressin' my buttons get you a hollow, you must hate yourself Only one that's feelin' you is you, you should date yourself Obvious you niggas wanna die, I can't wait to help I think Paul George just showed you that you should pace yourself Drawin' off you niggas mistakes, go 'head erase yourself 'Fore a dead rapper give off an odor that you ain't ever smelled Put the lead on you like a script, can't remake yourself The mothafuckin' champ, ain't nobody gon' take the belt [Verse 3: T-Dubb-O] This what the game's been missin' so let's fill the void Still in the trenches so everything got extensions on, dipshits I warn If it's war, just send me whole 50, lord suppressin' Coolin' system so it don't get hot, to 37 like Tity Boi Enigma with the pistol, riddle you with bullets When that cannon drum, gimme the gun, I'm a mobster, I'll cap one Get it? I'll cap one? Al Capone, tommy strapped, all black Takin' heads so I'm speakin' in all caps Tryna make a Washington out of nada Cause life's a gamble like Nevada, I'm blind Ocean's 11, no emotion, just motion this powder 'Til I erosion a mountain Lyrical crook, don't butt in This nickel and nine'll slaughter artists Double limbs make chances slim as a starvin' artist I'm starvin', at a harvest full of rappers, it's cursed Wack niggas couldn't murder mics if they was Mike's surgeon Can't nobody fuck with me Y'all Eddie in Boomerang, gotta see defeat [Verse 4:] Born from a region where everything evil resides A king in each one of my previous lives I was schemin' before my most recent demise On the means to make sure that my kingdom survives Received the prestigious surprise Now the key to my infinite sleep is denied The demon arrives on the eve from revive Retrievin' my soul 'fore it reaches the skies Looks deep in my eyes with a villainous mug The life stream starts to refillin' my lungs That's when I begun my odyssey Makin' the odds of me losin' [?] to none How cool is, as ill as they come So cool I can chill on the Sun But stuntin' I send you to Dilla and Pun And be killin' for fun like Attila the Hun [Verse 5:] [Verse 6:] [Verse 7: Crooked I] All my niggas are starving and reckless, come round here off wit ya necklace, robbin ya neck then hop in ya lexus, talking that shit like you come back for some revenge my nigga u not finna exit me and my homies gon' hop on some next shit, thats how we do with your head in St Louis the rest off your body is chopped up in Texas U can call the detective they not gonna find you, let me remind you i don’t give a fuck about tryin out rhyme you but you keep talking the coffin is waiting the chalk’l out line you I don’t why u think u can fuck with the CR, murderin a verse, put em in a herse, leave em in the dirt, hit em when it hurt, given em the work, I put u in a surgery with ER I finish ya then diminish ya cause I’m the minister of sinister, You miniature like a midget bruh, I’m cold as the december temperature.. even colder than that, Gon finna clap get hole in ya hat got a guillotine for the head of the headline that’ll open the act ima open his back, Cause he didn’t remember i don’t give a fuck bout a hatin a gender, everybody wanna spit wit the realest and illest contenders but niggas rather stick their dick in a blender.. Get buried like a artefact, tell me where your heart is at i put hand cuffs on your heart thats a cardiac arrest I’m given niggas heart attacks!