I'm more than magic

I'm mortal man

I'm more than sacred

A mortal can

You really think immortals wait?

God's really only good as his blessing

I go way gooder workin sixty or six and sixin'

Yo God in sixty seconds or freed

Hey it's just a suggestion

And I'll be sure to tell him square if he'd answer my questions bout when almighty plans to square up my grandpa's pension

Stead all I'm hearing is:

Come on now won'tcha help?

Divinity's expensive

Five'll do

To me the sixth figure senseless

Penceless

Americas stew

Miracle?

End less

God forbid ya learn to live with livid like I did but you'd probably get why they had to spray my place six times

I swear I'm tryin' not to let 'em but the bed bugs bite

Sleepin' in the tub some nights

But roaches hide in curtains so I usually end up on the balcony cuz I won't win that fight

God in the distance

Life an oversight

Think God ever got tied up and fucked in a basement?

Dog bowl for supper

Bloody mess where his face went?

I doubt it

Yo what's worse:

Doin' some dumb shit

Or lookin' back later and laughin' 'bout it?

God wouldn't know

He wasn't chosen to be greater

Couldn't care to understand what's to be lesser than creator

Might call em the greatest understatement never made

Stab me and I leak out like that goo in flies do when I hit em

Slap me in my face and I go through with a fit as I throwin' my sticks and my middle fingers

Think God's ever been so fucking high he starts writing notes for his family to try and go figure?

Been a babe addicted to the coke in momma's veins and born withdrawning from the pain of being

Is it God's will that poppa downs the pills with fifth of vodka

Blames and kills the doctor then himself screamin:

'That quack might kill again

Somebody had to stop em!'?

Is he varicose

He got that ball pain like a hammer?

Heart burns on the daily

When afraid does he stammer?

If I share his image how I know it's him or me reflecting?

Wish I knew cuz don't that mean he finds me just as disgusting as I find him?

His hope is confinement

Throw the book

I do his work without the raise

Ain't no consignment

And if that means we won't see eye to eye then go and find him

Say I sent ya

You'll find your worship's in absentia

Sick or tired