Greydon Square - Addressed lyrics

Yeah yo, you
No no not you yOU
You know who I'm talking to
Hey I want to address this
Little thing between us
It's funny I kinda feel like
I'm telling like a
A stalking ex girlfriend to back off
Like you can't go somewhere
You know a restraining order yo

Ever since I said that I
Was creatin' an album
I been getting all sorts of
Hate mail by the thousands
People tell me I'm soaked in
Gasoline by the gallons
And that I will be thrown in hell
By a god who is childish
It's kinda funny although most of it's stupid
'Cause your god's an atheist too
And he loves my music
Had I not spoken the truth you
Wouldn't have even addressed me
And you would've found it pointless
To even address me
I was on to bigger and better
Things 'til you wrote me
Like a little girl with her feelings
Hurt trying to provoke me
What a joke, just another Internet tough guy
Hiding behind a keyboard watchin'
The dust fly
Off of a bible he hasn't read in ages
Taking shots at Muslims, Atheists, and pagans
You're a model Christians aren't you?
Paranoid delusional thinking
That everybody else it out to harm you
Atheist Idol, that was best you had?
You're an altar boy shouldn't you be
In bed with your dad?
And you got the nerve to
Call somebody a house nigga?
When you believe in the bible
Just like a house nigga?
And here we go, I'm not from Compton
And you didn't like Pandora's Box
Send me your comments
I think this lil dude has a crush on me
And per the bible
Rules it means you have to put him to sleep
Deuteronomy says so you wanna talk? Hell no
'cause while you talkin I'm
Coming after your neck like strep throat
The bible you believe in is false
You know it and I know
That's the real reason I'm pissing you off
You're a liar no matter what
You'll always be one
Like a bully who needs a
Victim you'll always need one
So go ahead homie and
Admit that you're jealous
Just like your god
You know I'm the feces and you smell it
Kind of like the hole in
The stomach of my ex-girlfriend
I really got you kickin' and
Screamin' up a whirlwind don't I?
Why don't you call up yo god to strike me?
Oh, I forgot it's because he's fake
Like Thor so bite me
The real good news is you
Wanna be just like me
Rap and think reasonably just like me
And since you know so much about me
Feel free anytime you like to
Open your mouth about me
Gimme the press, the light
An audience for the mic
And continue to reinforce
Them Christian stereotypes chump

Oh man you know what
Wait wait wait wait wait
Stop it stop it stop the beat stop it
I love how me and Brian just inherit
Each other's enemies