[Intro]
"If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble; 
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"

[Chorus]
(to the tune of Nirvana's In Bloom)
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
(to the tune of Black Sabbath's Paranoid)
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

[Verse 1]
But for me to rap like a (to the tune of Black Eyes Peas' Pump It) computer it must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
(to the tunе of IDLES' Colossus) Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in officе
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as (to the tune of Death Grips' Takyon) indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
(to the tune of Rush's Red Barchetta) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match
With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that
(to the tune of Merzbow's Woodpecker No. 1) I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
(to the tune of Talking Heads' The Great Curve) Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
(to the tune of Cord Orange's Swallowing the Rabbit Whole Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece

[Chorus]
(to the tune of Charli XCX's Vroom Vroom)
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
(to the tune of They Might Be Giants' Ana Ng) Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard
(to the tune of Mastodon's The Wolf is Loose Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

[Verse 2]
(to the tune of The Strokes' The Adults Are Talking
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!)
(to the tune of Billie Eilish's You Should See Me In a Crown MCs get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? (to the tune of Battles' My Machines I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
(to the tune of The National's I'll Still Destroy You) Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run–D.M.C., and induct them
Into the motherfuckin' (to the tune of Lightning Bolt's Dracula Mountain) Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
(to the tune of Chelsea Wolfe's Carrion Flowers)
You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?
(to the tune of Yves Tumor's Lifetime) Little gay-lookin' boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha-ha!)
You're witnessin' a mass-occur
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy
(to the tune of Theory of a Deadman's Bad Girlfriend)
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"—that's all they say, lookin' boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy
(to the tune of Eminem's White America) Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, lookin' boy!
(to the tune of Dream Theater's The Dance of Eternity)
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause—

[Chorus]
(to the tune of Aphex Twin's Come to Daddy) I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
(to the tune of Creed's Higher) The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
(to the tune of Phil Collins' In The Air Tonight) Kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard

[Verse 3]
(to the tune of the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme) So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
(to the tune of Funkadelic's Can You Get to That) And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
(to the tune of the Dropkick Murphy's I'm Shipping Up to Boston I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
(to the tune of Delia Derbyshire's Ziwzih Ziwzih OO-OO-OO) It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
(to the tune of Rush's YYZ) For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle (to the tune of Deftones' My Own Summer (Shove It) enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
(to the tune of Motorhead's Ace of Spades) Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe (to the tune of WatchMojo Background music) Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
(to the tune of Nine Inch Nails' The Day the World Went Away) To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
(to the tune of Slipknot's My Plague) Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
(to the tune of Modest Mouse's Dashboard) Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
(to the tune of The Shaggs' My Pal Foot-Foot) You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal!
And I just bought a new (to the tune of Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band's Frownland) raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
(to the tune of Clown Core's Flat Earth) Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
(to the tune of Napalm Death's You Suffer) Lyrics comin' at you at (to the tune of Hechizeros Band's El Sonidito) supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and
(to the tune of Boots Randolph's Yakety Sax) I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
(to the tune of Linkin Park's Papercut) 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
(to the tune of Kanye West's POWER)
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop,"—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
(to the tune of Outkast's SpottieOttieDopaliscious)
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use."
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you
(to the tune of James Tenney's Collage #1) It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!
(to the tune of J Dilla's Last Donut of the Night) Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
(to the tune of Britney Spears' Toxic)
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues, (to the tune of DAMN BOI HE THICK) but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, (to the tune of Scott Joplin's The Entertainer) still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils (to the tune of the "That Was Easy" button) and here's what they want from me
(to the tune of 100 gecs' xXXi_wud_nvrstøp_ÜXXx) They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
(to the tune of the iPhone 6 Marimba Ringtone) And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I (to the tune of My Chemical Romance's Welcome to the Black Parade) supposed to bake 'em a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, (to the tune of the THX Deep Note) and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard—be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a god?