Nacho Picasso - The Gods Don't Favor You lyrics

The gods don't favor you, they hate me too
Hate me too hate me too
But homey, I'mma pray for you pray for you
Pray for you
The gods don't favor you, they hate me too
(Write it in blood yo pussy ass nigga)
Hate me too
(niggas need to be teaching or something)
Hate me too
(niggas shouldn't be rapping nigga)
But homey, I'mma pray for you
(them niggas is preaching and shit)
Pray for you (I don't give a fuck)
Pray for you (period nigga the shit I rap
About I do nigga)
Fucking with the (ask your bitch)

Bald head, gold grill like Jack Johnson
Got so many bars niggas call me black bronson
Hunter S Thompson
Gotta hundred hats plus some
Word to little Nicky
Popeye's chicken's fucking awesome
I'm a pharaoh
All these tats are my hieroglyphics
I'm out in Egypt fucking
With these Cairo bitches
Tutankhamun, robbing niggas for their riches
With the mask on my face
Call me Stanley Ipkiss
You don't like it? kill yourself
Like my dads mistress
Giving niggas shit like my old wishlist
If you want it I'm at Jone's
Eating beef briskets
I ain't even need a side
Cause we keep biscuit's zeus made me
Hera hates me fuck Apollo and
Hades await's me
I'm kicking knowledge but I gotta
Charge a late fee ladies say I'm wavy while
I sail the Euphrates

Self medicated in a field meditating
Cell phone radiation
Really got me levitating
Footloose dancing like a coked
Out Kevin Bacon
Charge a bitch with kidnaping
All the dick she taking
I don't fuck with Satan
Niggas be manipulating i'm a fucking king
You can quit the stipulating
Out in france, french bitch told me bonjour
Flew her back to the
States bout the concordes
If we was on the Titanic
She'd still be on board
She gives me head banger
Rides me like a longboard
She on all fours, I'mma need a encore
I'm wearing pea coats and beanies
On my longshore it ain't red and green? got
That from the wrong store
If you ain't even hit youre
Talking to the wrong whore
Lone wolf, catch me howling at the moon
I'll be bumping Anna Wolf
Probably chowing down on shrooms

-Sorry, what was that again? -I'm a god
-You're god?
-I'm A god, I'm not THE god, I don't think
I have been stabbed, shot
Poisoned, frozen, mauled
Electrocuted and burned -Oh really?
-Every morning I wake up without
A scratch on me, not a dent in the fender
I am an immortal
-Special today is blueberry waffles