Scumbag Deity Lyrics

Don't be hatin' on a scumbag Just cause I let my pants sag off my waist

And I wore them yesterday I think I need a shave cause my face is lookin

rugged Nah, fuck it, these bitches love it

Yeah, what it do, girl? Do you wanna kick it

If I pull out my dick, do you think you wanna lick it

I'm a scrub that can mack and you mad cause you can't

My pockets ain't swole and my socks don't match One's got a hole and they both stank bad

Took a shower yesterday and forgot to wash my ass

Didn't brush my teeth so my breath smell like trash

Still pullin' bitches, I'm the motherfuckin' man

Haters wanna diss me, hoes wanna kiss me I'm smellin' like Swiss cheese

And itchin' like I got fleas My hair's all messed up, shoes cost ten bucks

Lookin' like I just crawled out of a dump truck

Dirty ass pimp, walkin' with a limp Holdin' hands with a trick that's the size

of a blimp I'm so fly, sleepin' in the gutter

Right next to B-Cide's mother, motherfuck these local rappers

Talkin' bout what they got Motherfuck TM Stormz

Motherfuck to the top You're jokes, phonies, you always gonna flop

Rappin' ain't your thing, dog, I think it's time to stop

You ain't shit to me, you ain't OGs I don't give a fuck, you can call me a freak

That's right, I don't look like your average rapper

Don't wear fitted caps, never ever been a trapper

But I break laws, break jaws, break balls And my style be great like some A1 steak sauce

Yup, got mad bitches hittin' me up Beggin' me to come through and tear that pussy up

They all wanna be my number one And they all want me to make em come

J Sawedoff, I'm a cult leader I'm a deity, you're just a non-believer

Fuck a Justin Bieber, fuck your radio and speakers

If you ain't fuckin' with me, I ain't fuckin' with you either

You're gonna need some pain reliever If you dissin' my achievements

Knockin' you out can be so convenient I can have Big Scott take care of my light work

Have you get beat and robbed like a night clerk

Don't go out alone if you're scared Just stay home, punk, bitch, you ain't prepared

For the new cult criminals stealin' the show with our sick, and subliminal, pivotal, rap flows

I ride with CNY's top rap clique All you other rappers sound like handicapped kids

Come on, dawg, step up your game Heard your last mixtape and it sounded mad lame

It's a shame, takin' you suckers out of business And y'all gettin' butt hurt, actin' like a bunch of snitches

I think this rhyme is over, so I'll hit you with the finisher

Was chillin' with your girl and she let me put my dick in her