Salutations from the most popping-est hip-hopping-est
Self-proclaimed savior of the Appalachian populous
Finna take this beat down on a trip to the Necropolis
No stopping this told we don't fit the picture ain't no cropping us
Tired of having these tiki torchers judge me off my packaging
I'm off that lemme start it over what's happening
If we're talking sickness know I hit harder than a flak of gin
And we'd be trapped indoors forever if I was a pathogen
That's me being humble on my bad days I'm a god to me
I don't see no doctors cause they don't know my biology
When I was high school I got hype over mythology
Cause I was sure that one them stories would tell me
Who my pops should be
Please
Watch what you say to me
Hear my words take heed
You picked the wrong day to bleed
Don't talk just nod
Promise I'm not a fraud
When you address The Gawd
Boy you better bow your head
Close your eyes and pray to me
Now don't get it twisted folks I know that there's a difference
Between a big "G" and a small one so let's not get too religious
If you google deity Shelem fits the description
Take my word as gospel what I speak isn't fictitious
Lemme show you menial additions the real meaning of prodigious
What I mean is I get mean and on the mean it could get vicious
Ain't no median in my mode ain't no average in me bro
Let's just take this time give praise to Yahweh cause we know
My cup runneth over cause He blipped a Mentos in my cola
Put some steel bars in my colon and two boulders in my scrotum
Someone asked me what gives me the right to walk around thinking
I'm chosen
Turned my head and fixed my vision dead in his eyes I told him
Please
Watch what you say to me
Hear my words take heed
You picked the wrong day to bleed
Don't talk just nod
Promise I'm not a fraud
When you address The Gawd
Boy you better bow your head
Close your eyes and prey to me