Jesus On Swag

[Intro]
Swag, Jesus swag, yeah

[Verse 1]
There ain't a skill that I weren't blessed with
But ability's nothing without work ethic
I want my percentage
If I don't blow in 2012 it's coz the world ended
Or maybe I just couldn't be arsed
Flopped and gave up like a fucking retard
With my boys talking bout how we could've been stars
Coz we was on big things like a double D bra
Used to have nothing to do now there's nothing we can't
Money weed bars pussy free garms and another clean start
Listen, they say more fake real talk nah not again
I'm on some shit don't compare me to none of them
Keep the scene in a state of disarray watch
Or if you're clever then you'll run and pick a safe spot
Tell all of them posers not to quit their day job
It's winner stays on, I'm hungry like a skinny stray dog

[Chorus]
Messiah on the mixtape, motherfucker genius rap, Jesus swag talk shit pussy
You could be knocked out
All the best critics describe me as christ I got a bible of rhymes I bring
Sight for the blind
Messiah on the mixtape, motherfucker genius rap, Jesus swag talk shit pussy
You could be knocked out
Talk shit pussy you can meet my dad
Uh, fucking Jesus swag

[Verse 2]
My gift is god given you couldn't teach it
My brain's in overdrive I'm having trouble sleeping
I'm on this thing, anyone competing must be dreaming
If you ever fucked with me then you took a beating
Thou shall fall into the depths of hell and burn for eternity if you doubt the lord
I'm the second coming, swaggered in my crown of thorns
I got 'em running like I set a bomb
You pussies crumble when the pressure's on
I'm a genius, there ain't a subject you can test me on
Motherfucker I'm not stubborn, I'm just never wrong
And I'm not in denial I know that it's unusual
But the other day I showed up to a funeral
Comforted a crying lady, told her that she's beautiful
And took her to the bathroom and boned her in a cubicle
Yeah, my steez is classy, your swag is cheap and tacky
You fucking need your fassy, come and see your daddy

[Chorus]