I swore to the G.O.D.

I was finna get mine

′Cause mama you done made it out Chicago's Westside!Ho-ho, mama let′s ride

We roll, Bonnie and Clyde

I ain't goin' out quiet

Got time on my left wrist

God to my right

But I′m outta my right mind

So be quiet

And don′t ask what I'm rapping for

This shit is personal

My mama gon′ live in the Hollywood Hills

'Fore she gets to the nursing home

′Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down

I′ll wait

Crooked!

We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now

When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow

′Til the propane flame goes out

Until then, I′m the Rap Godzilla

Miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down

′Cause I came for the most hateful

Cave troll in White House

Who went AWOL

On his wife, what an a-hole

Woman say no

But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful

′Cause the man knows that he can't lose

With a few scandals

When Vladimir Putin is handing him

Wikileaks used to advantage

Disparaging Hillary

Putting that nail through her casket in

And it′s so frickin' apparent

This country is reaching a point of combustion

Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin′

Conservative values have died

They′re inanimate

And liberals are panicking

Turning to pussies

They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada

Canada?

You motherfuckers ain′t really man enough

I don't give a fuck

I′m never running from nothing

Even if Donald's got the nukes

And he′s coming for everybody in the opposition

I'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy

I'm whooping the man

′Cause I′m not a man, I'm a legend

And I reckon my records

Are breaking every single record

Known to man in a second

The world ain′t ready for the return of the mic

Murdering menace

I hurt 'em, and burn ′em

Invented, the word of demented

So call 'em a medic

With anesthetic

Before they turn into someone you never heard of

Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven

But the devil said I′d be better never repenting

For my pen again

When the venom is venerable

I'm too fucking incredible

Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible

Nor legible

My decibels and trebles are impeccable

When flipping a rap, I′m kicking it back

To the momentum

I first had when I was entering my zone

Whoa

Look at the show!

Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O

You probably thought

I wasn′t gon' slaughter every syllable

But I′m ripping 'em to bits

With the wickedest spit and bitch

I′m limitless, yo!

Walking round with thoughts of redemption

Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Picture perfect fantasy is it?

Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the second amendment, end it

My nigga I′ma tell you in advance

You want America to ban every weapon invented

Just put a gun in a real nigga hands

'Cause me holdin′ steel wasn't built in the plans

Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot!)

Deliver the wound, I′ma smoke ya

Veteran in a mood, I′ma choke ya

Even if you're ill with your hands

You still getting killed, it don′t matter

When the shooter go bananas in Nevada

Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain

He sprayin' the crowd shatter

And the data

Don′t add up, more than 58 dead

Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain′t dead

But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground

With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter

From the automatic ratata-tata-

That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came

Dylann Roof, let his nine aim

Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range

Squeezin' on the D′Eagle ′til his mind hangs sideways

Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame

How do I explain hatred to an underage kid

Who parents got their lives claimed

By a killer

That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King

After the murder scene

They don't give a fuck if we all die!

Doin′ a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by

Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied

Fall guy, ′cause all I'm seein′ is you devils being greedy for dinero

But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument

My eyes on top of it

I′m all eyes seein′, like Horus

All I ever needed was a chorus

The shit'll get ′em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook

These killers shook, you're lookin′ at Crooked you're lookin′ at a book

Crook is a thesaurus, godlike being

This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen

Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible

Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism

Paganism, Satanism, wait a minute

Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin′

They be listin′, crazy spittin', daily rhythms, 80 spitters

Ate ′em like a plate of chicken

Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism

Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism

Isn′t a main event when I'm paintin′ pictures

You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers

My gun smoke blunt rappers

Quicker than your blaze a swisha!

Walking round with thoughts of redemption

Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Picture perfect fantasy is it?

Rotting ′til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen!

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there′ll be hell to pay

Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay