Oh damn, we gotta man whose a preacha of the gospel/
Well nigga, I'm so hott, lucifer wouldn't touch me wit a ten foot pole/
Gonna take you on a journey, cuz you obvioulsy ain't been tod/
I'm a phophet, a rarity, the next wonder of the world/
Got yo ass hypnotized wit my spit like I'm da pied pipa/
This is my rags to riches story bitch, for you it's good nighta/
My music running up and down and circles all up in yo mind/
and you don't even realized pointed at yo head is a nine/
Pow, Murdad you out of that world, now welcome to mine/
The only thing keepin you in heaven is yo mom on the otha line/

"No miss, RT cannot COME out and play/
No miss, I cannot CUM out and play"/

I can't believe you fake moses ass trying to write a verse/
How did you revise those commandments in re and re and reverse/
Nigga you'll neva match to me, cuz G-D is only a placeholda on the throne/
Yo life is at my mercy, and you never prayed while you were alone/
So you supposed to be a man of the word/
Well then nigga, you mine, cuz mine is the only word the heard/