Alright now, pay attention to the god body Sean P
Smackin' you n******gs with the sket kid
Sean, illest n******g to, smack earth, wind and fire
And make ya'll n***a straight retire
You get mad glory, and your flow is mad corney
You're tight-a** clothes put you in the f*g category
You're funny style like Brad's brother Corey
You;re broker than a f**in' joke, like half on a 40
I blast on a shorty, young and out of his mind
Get your snot-box rocked in the box that's pine
Flesh, turn to maggots and worms just like swine
I'll k** ya whole squad pa with just one line
I'm god, cypher divine, all tight with the rhyme
A weirdo, I hear those lines, waste of time
Y'all can't f** around with pa, please
It's the G.O.D (father god P? )