Henny raw no rocks dawg. Let me get with this.
Straight Likka, no need to bicker,
I take Nuga's who think they bigger, turn 'em into critters,
sit yo' ass down nose picker, on the plantation you was a stripper,
now you BigSwolle on Twitter, was once, you still a dicker,
don't be bitter, 'cuz I escaped Diablo by a whisker,
and left you pullin' a trigger, with no kicker
Haaa! No bullets, 'bcuz you bullshyt,
that slave mentality got you used to the bullwhip,
now you serving Cool Whip, from the pulpit,
6-6-sixth, constrict the Script, intermix a little skip,
Nuga like a kerosene heater without the wick,
flip quick, like you Bisquick, inflict that cool slick,
leave the congregation, in a state of spiritual masturbation,
like they convicts, I'm the salt of the earth Nuga,
you just a salt lick
You're intolerant, belligerent, indifferent, irreverent,
chill with that phony azz reverence, the preponderance,
of my evidence, will make you drown in a torrent of bewilderment,
your ignorance, in the Old Testament, is the measurement,
of my abhorrence, you sellin' Christ Kilo's Nuga,
I'm the government, signed and notarized by what Christ prophletized,
I got a warrant, an endorsement, Heaven Sent,
to stop your corpulent, irrelevent, indolent azz
DAMN! YOU DONE WOKE THE LION UP,
AIN'T NO REF TO STOP ME FROM THROWIN'
THESE LEFTS, RIGHTS, UPPERCUTS,
THOUGHT YOU WUZ ON THE COME UP,
BUT YOU JUST A
REV- ON THE -RUN, A BIBLE BUM, YOU DONE SON
If Jesus was around today He'd be walkin'
in the ghetto,
preachin' to the bottom-eaters, the drug dealers, the Ho's,
not listenin' to His echo, in a new church art decko,
He was down in the Gospels, not a Gospel gestapo,
hawkin' demo's, on late night shows, to catz who O.D. on No Doze,
pretty prose, don't help people in the throes,
of the Diablo's clutch, here you iz usin' theology as a crutch,
speak to such and such, to people who easy touch,
you're a Blow-hard, Blow-fart, Blow-Pop, stop, drop,
before I get rough, Nuga you suck
Give me my God straight no chaser,
I admit, when I do act sick,
'cuz real faith ain't no Now-N-Later,
my belief ain't got no eraser,
you ain't my god, b'cuz God don't wear a Brooks Brotha's blazer,
you're a doe-nut, a wasted nut, a glazer,
like P.E. I'm bringin' it rawbone like a razor,
I'm a stun gun, twittle wit D'ee, Nuga you Twittle-Dumb,
I be a laser, a Word major, a taser, you thin like a wafer
Kickin' it to my fam
like they ain't goin' to Heaven,
unless you're building fund got the sum of 7's,
you keep pushin' poison to the bretheren,
I'm so busy chasin' the Truth, I ain't got time for my bread to rise,
so I eat it unleavened, you makin' people feel unworthy, unpleasant,
treatin' 'em like peasants, b'cuz they're in a state of spiritual convalescence,
read 8 Commandments, the other two?
I get it..the dog ate your lessons,
Nuga, God made me a Smith-N-Wesson, feel my presence,
while I deliver this early present,
and send you back from the Hell you came from,
a state of obsolenscence, Nuga go and repent,
because you Mos Def have sinned
DAMN! YOU DONE WOKE THE LION UP,
AIN'T NO REF TO STOP ME FROM THROWIN'
THESE LEFTS, RIGHTS, UPPERCUTS,
YOU JUST A
REV-ON THE-RUN,A BIBLE DUMB, YOU DONE SON
Don't mess with the man who lost his soul,
and regained it with the Grace of God dawg.