The Gods Don't Favor You - Nacho Picasso

The gods don’t favor you, they hate me too

Hate me too

Hate me too

But homey, I’mma pray for you

Pray for you

Pray for you

The gods don’t favor you, they hate me too (Write it in blood yo pussy ass

nigga)

Hate me too (niggas need to be teaching or something)

Hate me too (niggas shouldn’t be rapping nigga)

But homey, I’mma pray for you (them niggas is preaching and shit)

Pray for you (I dont give a fuck)

Pray for you (period nigga the shit I rap about I do nigga)

Fucking with the (ask your bitch)

Bald head, gold grill like Jack Johnson

Got so many bars niggas call me black bronson

Hunter S Thompson

Gotta hundred hats plus some

Word to little Nicky, popeye’s chicken’s fucking awesome

I’m a pharaoh, all these tats are my hieroglyphics

I’m out in Egypt fucking with these Cairo bitches

Tutankhamun, robbing niggas for their riches

With the mask on my face call me Stanley Ipkiss

You dont like it?

kill yourself like my dads mistress

Giving niggas shit like my old wishlist

If you want it I’m at Jone’s, eating beef briskets

I ain’t even need a side cause we keep biscuits

Zeus made me

Hera hates me

Fuck Apollo and

Hades awaits me

I’m kicking knowledge but I gotta charge a late fee

Ladies say I’m wavy while I sail the Euphrates

Self medicated

In a field meditating

Cell phone radiation

Really got me levitating

Footloose dancing like a coked out Kevin Bacon

Charge a bitch with kidnaping

All the dick she taking

I dont fuck with Satan

Niggas be manipulating

I’m a fucking king

You can quit the stipulating

Out in france, french bitch told me bonjour

Flew her back to the states bout the concordes

If we was on the Titanic, she’d still be on board

She gives me head banger, rides me like a longboard

She on all fours, I’mma need a encore

I’m wearing pea coats and beanies, on my longshore

It ain’t red and green?

got that from the wrong store

If you ain’t even hit youre talking to the wrong whore

Lone wolf, catch me howling at the moon

I’ll be bumping Anna Wolf

Probably chowing down on shrooms

-Sorry, what was that again?

-I'm a god

-You're god?

-I'm A god, I’m not THE god, I don’t think

I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, mauled, electrocuted and burned

-Oh really?

-Every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender

I am an immortal

-Special today is blueberry waffles