[Verse]
We put devil worshipers out of biz
He can't vouch for them, he never will or did

These games that you play, like rehearsing lines all day
Won't make you a star, you're far too late
God's still great, I steal, would scrape your plate

Then Give it to the homeless or whoever's stomach's in ache
Feeling you pray, but rap a rap so fake
I could goto Alaska and they'll say ur a snowflake

I was cold but now I'm ghost chilli
Dipping out with Pam and Gina
And both are gettin frisky

Martin you're bad with jealousy
Not in my Recipe
Could cook your style to eat, but sorry I can't be something weak

Talking all bloody? but I like em well done
You're only an inspiration to a fatherless son
Cause you're mom $#&@ed all around until she saved enough

But she counted on collard greens
To move out of the club


[Hook]
Have Pity on me because I'm not like yall
Could eat you with Jaws, lyricals tippin over bars

Being the weirdos that we are, we're nothing like yall
It's an accomplishment to be nothing at all
They can't hate or say, you have flaws

Make them fall off like Jenga logs
I'm a boss?I'll say it again I'm a boss
Nikova, Know my persona like Christ on the Cross