Charles Hamilton - God Exists lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - God Exists lyrics]
On some honest shit? Some
Gothic shit? God exists, and I popped
Her lips with my dick she was in the cockpit
Driving a nigga straight to the
Stars then I did
Something straight up bizarre let
Them guys with
Eyelids peep my blueprints bUT I
WASN'T EVEN MOVING! Why am
I taking the blame? How am I breaking the
Game? I'm just being me my
Charm my personality my
Right arm ain't got a Pink Panther but
I'm still hurting battles with each drop
That I give the beat Hip-Hop
Gotta listen to me 'Cause it's not
Pop the shit is free
Give your praise to The Lord
Then give praise up to 4 there is more
There is more hallelujah!
Grandmaster Hamilton! Stand back while
I masturbate on this
Track! Hold up! I zipped up my
Sack so, any bad bitch, come and get
That! Rockin' the UFOs like SEGA bayonetta
Play with forever with me may I rest in your
Kidney as Hennessey forever we can get so
Deadly, Miss Me because you miss me
Mrs me and you're missing me
With your missles can
You be Mrs mrs me? Married to the
Mrs me that I dropped before I
Missed thee with the missle
That I kiss thee with idiot
Is how I describe me, but you kiss my lips
Give your praise to The Lord
Then give praise up to 4 there is more
There is more hallelujah!
I make God bite her bottom
Lip thinkin' 'bout me when
I get on top of it
She obviously is attracted, but
Lately I been into magick and
She is seeming as if
She got to have it and if I'm magick
Damn i had it i just wanna smash it fall back
From it it got chapped lips
I'm fuckin' with you
(looks at Satan) You gotta
Bite your bottom lip
Too because I gotta get with you
My boo! My voodoo is painless i'm
Too true with my stainless
Blasting from my 9 on the
Mic and cats gotta design
In their mind what kind of
9 that they like when
It's blasted at them faggot ass
Cats can't rap again
Give your praise to The Lord
Then give praise up to 4 there is more
There is more hallelujah!
Gothic shit? God exists, and I popped
Her lips with my dick she was in the cockpit
Driving a nigga straight to the
Stars then I did
Something straight up bizarre let
Them guys with
Eyelids peep my blueprints bUT I
WASN'T EVEN MOVING! Why am
I taking the blame? How am I breaking the
Game? I'm just being me my
Charm my personality my
Right arm ain't got a Pink Panther but
I'm still hurting battles with each drop
That I give the beat Hip-Hop
Gotta listen to me 'Cause it's not
Pop the shit is free
Give your praise to The Lord
Then give praise up to 4 there is more
There is more hallelujah!
Grandmaster Hamilton! Stand back while
I masturbate on this
Track! Hold up! I zipped up my
Sack so, any bad bitch, come and get
That! Rockin' the UFOs like SEGA bayonetta
Play with forever with me may I rest in your
Kidney as Hennessey forever we can get so
Deadly, Miss Me because you miss me
Mrs me and you're missing me
With your missles can
You be Mrs mrs me? Married to the
Mrs me that I dropped before I
Missed thee with the missle
That I kiss thee with idiot
Is how I describe me, but you kiss my lips
Give your praise to The Lord
Then give praise up to 4 there is more
There is more hallelujah!
I make God bite her bottom
Lip thinkin' 'bout me when
I get on top of it
She obviously is attracted, but
Lately I been into magick and
She is seeming as if
She got to have it and if I'm magick
Damn i had it i just wanna smash it fall back
From it it got chapped lips
I'm fuckin' with you
(looks at Satan) You gotta
Bite your bottom lip
Too because I gotta get with you
My boo! My voodoo is painless i'm
Too true with my stainless
Blasting from my 9 on the
Mic and cats gotta design
In their mind what kind of
9 that they like when
It's blasted at them faggot ass
Cats can't rap again
Give your praise to The Lord
Then give praise up to 4 there is more
There is more hallelujah!