Rap Gesus

Keke, do you lov- This aint Drake, this aint Lil Wayne This aint Cardi B This aint Rittz, this aint Tecca N9na This aint Master P This aint Yelawolf, this aint Eminem or ICP This ain't Three 6, this ain't Twiztid, it's Statik G No more waiting on my turn If you afraid then go to church Thin patience weighing on my nerves Them haters praying for the worst That shit's for the birds, bread crumbs Spit in reverse, redrum Twisting my verbs (heard) Tongue went numb Hoes get sprung When I spit som'n My gift is a curse, I could hiccup a verse I'ma send all my written's a hurst I'ma DaVinci with words, no one noticed though But so-n-so, you know I go and flip em the bird (fuck em) Yeah I'm a dick and a jerk, a jack off Take my mask off Smile like the wow emoji Yo bitch gave me pussy Catdog Droppin' whores (bangers) What's my source? (anger) What's my course? (danger) Rapper carnivore (ate em) I need more plates! You can't take me down This aint Jenga This aint no Sega Bitch this aint a game! Listen, I'm not the one, player Done every drug in the book, ay Boned every hoe that I could, ay Made all my bread in the hood But hit too many licks in my neck of the woods, ay I'm bad never said I was good, ay My name in yo mouth, I'm the hook, ay Pull up all you smell is kush, ay This aint school but I came wit the good grade Don't play with my emotions A player's mind is focused Bread came in so hot yell Toasty! Chasin bags but not for groceries! I'm playin' and coachin, a new brand but I'm OG Now I spray at you roaches but don't confuse me with Tony! (I'm the fucking bad guy) ALSO! Sick of hearing I'm the white Tech N9ne And associations with clown paint Sick of hearing I'm the red Eminem Next you'll be calling me black Drake Slim Shady you the Rap God Meet Statik Gesus, but a rap man Fuck the rap game, cuz nowadays it's a drag race, so Backpage! Fuck it all jus call me Lil G Fuck around I'ma show you the real me! Valium, xanax, pain pills, lean A couple 40 bottles never killed me Not a case neither, that's a double You got spacebars, no shuttle (nothin) I'm a real lyricist, in the purest sense Mirror mirror says cut 'em, ay! I'm a helicopter, get a chopper Get it hot as if a thermometer's poppin Get a body, where the chalk at? My trick, I can make a rapper disappear Yo trick, pull a ghost writer out a top hat Woah, woah, woah, woah! I be like No, no, no, no! I'm a ghost buster customers know To watch a nobody body you and your ghosts! Fuck the mainstream, ay Rather be your main stream, ay Spit so cold, brain freeze, ay This bitch my main squeeze, ay No sleep gang, day dream, ay Fuck up and blame me, ay It's cool cuz that's what everyone else does And it made me great! A god has risen! Why does everybody wanna kill me Do they really feel I'm competition? Never been a winner at the top position But I been a killer with a composition! Bitch I been the bomb! I threaten 'em and I'm calm as ever No better way to get rid of winners and opposition Never given no credit, you're watching bitchin' like "Eminem is so much better so is Nas and oh ain't he a juggalo?" Nah I'm a druggalo Came in rollin' balls on top of a buffalo Unlike your uncle with you, I'm untouchable I'm talkin' Sam, why you make it uncomfortable? I got stamina, shout out Tech N9ne And everyone who's time came before mine But life been shootin' lemons Time for that lime light That's fine right Cuz it's mine, ay No more eatin' at the kiddie table Fuck all that I'm bout to level up If you don't wanna have me I don't give a fuck I'm fed up with your shit, but I aint fed enough I won't keep my mouth closed anymore Won't pay attention to no petty hoes I been paying dues, y'all been gettin' loans I'll pay my respects if you get it hoe, you on credit hoe! Keep it legendary, never secondary Leave a legend buried in the cemetery You won't ever scare me, got a short fuse, call it February You so Ben n Jerry's, swallow cream for mentions I call average rap "crap" I been 86'd 187 times, keep it 100 like 50 pencils Built 12 tours in 12 months Lil Wyte's, Project Pat's, Afroman's, Obie Trice Haystak's, Do or Die's, Liquid Assassin's, Crooked I's Who am I? I'm Statik G Now quit comparing me to legends You can go ahead and start comparing them to me This ain't Juicy J, this ain't Hopsin, this ain't Royce This aint Bone Thugs, this ain't Wu Tang or Beastie Boys This ain't NWA, this ain't Nikki or G-Eazy This is Statik G Known as Statik Gesus Call me Geezy RHYMESICK!