Sik Kid - Rap God Remix/Cover lyrics

Sik God I thought ya'll knew that my name was Sik God, Sik God 'bout to blow up like I'm the Hanco*k, Hanco*k Someone put Oprah's hands on my damn co*k, damn co*k I am a Rap God and I just can't stop, can't stop I'm naked and I'm in a bathtub and I'm in bath salts and I'm messed up Stick a knife inside your bu*t and I pull out your guts And make a decapitated head s** my nuts I'm twisted, you think different? I think not I'm a jerking-naut, jerkling, squash trying to beat the clock Cause the time is rip this beast slipping on me I'mma light that mattress on fire You're a [?] uh Suicide after I overdose it ain't over yo Over your dead body then I'll be ghost Was an instant asylum, North West I don't got no time for Kim Kardashian baby jokes Put a four-five in your grandma's car Then give a pickle for her to deepthroat I'm a creep? No You don't even know the half of it In pre-school my teacher had a a fat a** and I masturbate Watch the rewrite, add it I got kicked out of kickball And I had to sit in the f**ing dead hall Had a paper for me to draw I drew me f**ing her in the bathroom stall Seven years old, my dick was small I didn't even know if I had balls But, I'mma go to Walmart with a dead baby and shot him in my shopping cart Stab into security guard That's what he gets for trying to get involved You're gonna need the cops, Satan and a freemason to saw off my arms Jeesus, God, a revolver, rope Stand next to me to keep me calm, I'm wiled up I won every f**ing process who to bend over and Let me stick my little pee pee in your vee vee It's an unpleasant f**, but hey Everybody gotta bust a nut, so sh**, come on, huh Can I have mine, hun? Everybody wanna be Pac, ya'll wanna be Pac now Got so many bars since a lockdown Mike Vic's sick pig, lock jaw I'mma list a high school cheerleader, take her pom poms Use it to strangle her in my car Toss her body in her momma's yard And ring a door bell and in my whip I swerve off I'm gone and I'm off the hood, I'm gone for good Good morning, ho, here's your morning wood Inside your mouth, I've been inside your house for two weeks now I dive off the Empire State Building, bounce, and I break apart Then I put myself together and I walk it off You in your office think that I haven't seen you're a barking dog Once you find me you can't call it off I break the law I go the bar then I start a brawl And anybody who can go against me: you gonna get knocked out Cause you be gay-looking boy I bust out the AK-looking boy You stink, you a Jack looking boy You ain't even wanna be the looking boy who be looking at the boys cause the boys have you be missing, boy What's going on with the boy [?] Whether I'm in a brand new Porsche I'm in the corpse The voice of the intercourse with a hot [?] In the boulevard unless you wanna s** my balls at the buss stop In the bus stops They be looking at me like I'm f**ing crazy and their jaw drops But, go ahead she can do it in public if she wants to, wants to, uh And these hoes don't like you, they don't want you, want you "Young Sik Kid, I f**ing want you, I want you" I'm so quick in this b**h it's stormthrough, stormthrough Shoulda pulled out like Billy Ray before birthing to Miley Cyrus Her VMA performance made me wanna do the same [?] for trying You know Jessie J popping that p**y, though When he says no you know that he's lying But I keep that flabby flat a** a secret too, yeah I will hide it I'mma kinky some royal heighness I'm the baddest rapper You can hate on me, but you know that my word are finest Man, you don't f**ing get it, man You can use a web but I still kick your a** And I f** your girl, but I'm a minute man sh**, but at least I admit it, but still, I'm still getting laid I rip the wings off of a plane and let that sh** go down, down, let it go down I'm a hip hop maniac f** society because I can't adapt I'mma spill coke till I f**ing collapse And I'mma wake up naked inside my back f** it, when you're sick, motherf**er you can go ahead and diss me, though I won't diss you back You will get famous on my own track Everybody wanna talk out, you can lay out, I'mma stake out by the playground I'll take out my toys Huh, dude, you wanna play now? You can't ever go against me Take a paparazzi, tell him: film me Cause I'mma take this knife and shove it inside your kidney I'm Sikney, I [?] against Whitney You're faker than her titties You can't even go against this God, cause I need a Goddess Yeah, I'm Sik Kid, motherf**er We know when I'm rapping you know that I'm the hardest If Eminem ever heard this track, he'd probably say that my words are flawless But if I got a Sik Kid hater, he'd probably say that I'm garbage I'mma run up this industry, your favorite rappers my target Little Wayne, Drake, Kanye, even Hopsin Everybody know my problem, I got problems inside inside of my noggin If you want it, take precaution when you're walking To my sick mind I'm acid high Got an attitude, I can't comply Let's all practise suicide, please, do die I played the lines that I'm snorting They wish I didn't exist like I was abortion Young Sik God