Alright now, pay attention to the god body Sean P
Smackin' you niggers with the sket kid
Sean, illest nigger to, smack earth, wind and fire
And make ya'll nigga straight retire
You get mad glory, and your flow is mad corney
You're tight-ass clothes put you in the fag category
You're funny style like Brad's brother Corey
You;re broker than a fuckin' joke, like half on a 40
I blast on a shorty, young and out of his mind
Get your snot-box rocked in the box that's pine
Flesh, turn to maggots and worms just like swine
I'll kill ya whole squad pa with just one line
I'm god, cypher divine, all tight with the rhyme
A weirdo, I hear those lines, waste of time
Y'all can't fuck around with pa, please
It's the G.O.D (father god P ? )
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