(God wants me ****)
• Written by danisill
everything living is gonna die
and fly away to the sky
and try to make it up high
but im not gonna lie
only the special allowed in heaven
been feeling depression since about seven-teen
like nothing you ever seen
im higher than i ever been
feeling the ash on my jeans
i think i need some clean ones
to look like jesus’s sons
his disciples
vision red through my eyeballs
dodging these sly hoes
they tryna get on my tight pole
and fight all the others that spiteful
tryna act rightful
finding all my rivals
make them shut they pie-hole
lie low dont peek up ill find you
gods trying to kill me
i’ve grown too strong
gaining more power
as i hit my bong
devour this weed
will it let me write a song?
no it wont
so i dont
i just take another toke
god trying to get me in the rope
hoping i give up
but its too late wow
got to much power i can play with now
hes getting sour trying to make me bow
but i wont
and i dont
i just get up out the rope
god wants me dead
he wants me red
dont want me fed
i was led here by doom
so im gonna spray lead and get my food
other words i was sent by satan
cause rapping aint something you get
its something your given
betrayed him like Bobafet
dont say my prayers on thanksgiving
subsequently took the horses that he realing
im feeling a squealing come from the ceiling
hes rebelling
but its to late
im a saint
then i come for all the food up on his plate
the grandest scheme to date
im feeling so great
cause now im god
and i aint controlled by fate
oh lord
speaking to myself with every word i said
but god still wants me dead
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danisill
Member since May 26 2022