Paula Deen Tha God Fahim

[Intro]
Yo
I'm the illest and every hater gotta deal with it (Deal with it)
That I'm the illest, not nobody else
Uh

[Chorus]
Every gun I get came with a beam
Spray the MAC like I was wipin' off the screen (Zazazazazazaza)
Every gun come extended clip and submachine
This heater cook you up like Paula Dean
Read the source, then empty your magazine
Shootin' niggas' neighborhoods up like movie scenes (Zazazaza)
Motherfucker, I'm a microphone fiend
And when it comes to rhymes, I'm the undisputed king (Uh)

[Verse 1]
I shoot you too close, you might melt
Gun come off the hip quick as Pootie Tang belt
Remove your head from your neck, nigga, it's all felt
Choke you up like Papa Doc, you need help
Gaspin' for life, bitch squealin' like a mice
I strangle MCs out with the wire from the mic
This is Godbody diction, seven number sevens
Enemies know when I'm comin', I'm a prehistoric legend
Make sure you comin' with supreme lessons
I done slayed so many dragons that I got a mean message
Appreciate your blessings, 'cause you never know
When you might get hit with the signal of the crow (Caw)
Wisdom of a pro, unlimited ammo
Lettin' these niggas know with a grenade in my hand, so
I throw a flashbang; where the cash, king?
I'm robbin' niggas 'cause I never really had things