A-Mac - Untitled Song lyrics

These lyrics were submitted through RapPad - Write Better Lyrics I got a cast iron stomach, you can drink from my six pack But when I diss track lone wolves all I get is a b**h slap So cry wolf before you quit rap, I know you're that scrub The dumb mother f** trying to make toast in a bathtub I'm down to my last buck ain't that tough But I ain't got 5 on sh**, cos I know you don't pa** much Meet hell's cubs, give a full twelve f**s I'm the type to support the devil cos no one else does The populace feeds me oranges and weed leaves I write with blood of foes to sign the coroner's treaty Demons contacted me through ominous Ouijis Read how we bombed Mao Zedong on communist weekly I'm employed as Satan's sole worker my whole nurture Bunch of lies so I fund a life under skies with no purpose Your souls worthless and clueless, only here to boost us SNUB hates you so Lucifer'll bu*t rape you lubeless //Chorus: I choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards All I need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars I don't tour on the b**hes cos they're carrying zoonosis spores Trying f** me, but please... That's why I hold this fork //x2 All these accident anarchists can't count with an abacus Claim you're a star when you ain't even an asterisk Follow blindly as if this were a ma**ive fist Eat up your sh** like you were ravenous for laxatives I'm having it with Baphomet all I do is damage sh** But Lucifer ain't bad, it's catholic books ain't accurate I spit magic gold bars through satanic soul jars Making havoc can you manage the whole cla** while I smoke gra** I choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards All I need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars I'm one of the usurperous don't think of hurting us I'm three times a G's mind I may as we'll be Cerberus The asinine mastermind that's F B I cla**ified Because I made the pastor blind standardised the afterlife The Russian bred capitalist seen nothing yet Shoulders are stumps where I had three f**ing heads //Chorus: I choke all lords through their vocal chords to cope with wards All I need is dope and swords to win these hopeless wars I don't tour on the b**hes cos they're carrying zoonosis spores Trying f** me, but please... That's why I hold this fork //x2