God Complex lyrics

[Pulp Fiction sample]
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish
And the tyranny of evil men
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee."

[Killer Mike]
Heroin flow, y'all n*ggas heat your spoons up
The cocaine speech keep the audience geeked up
My dope boy flow turn good girls to freak sl*ts
Like crack in the 80s, the flow so crazy
You hit this, b*tch it'll retard your baby
That promethazine queen got you listenin' lazy
I'ma stimulate you b*tches, drive your heart rate crazy
n*gga see the flow brutal, it dilates pupils
So desperate for a hit a teacher sucked off a pupil
You heart it right, rewind n*gga, listen again
I sent the b*tch to rehab, made the kid a kingpin
And ain't no 12 steppin' this, b*tch hit it again!
I deserve an indictment for the sh*t that I write when
I'm high as a motherf*cker, burnin' and lightin'
I'm God, n*gga, sh*t thunder, p*ss out lightning
My raps dirty like the p*ss p*ssed out by white men
In celebrity rehab, but this ain't rehab
When Danny Bonaduce check out of rehab
I'ma be right there, fat sack of crack
Sayin' first hits on me, here go a free gram
White girl, white girl, Tatum O'Neal
Suckin' di*k to get a hit of that cocaine kill
For real, motherf*cker I'm ill
I'm dope, I'm coke, I'm the new NyQuil
Like junkies with AIDS smokin' dope in Dixie Hills
Turnin' tricks and suckin' di*ks just to live
My metaphors make a motherf*cker's face go "Ew!"
Like stank on sh*t, my metaphors is real
Another Simpson Road saga, real life real girl
Daughter to a degenerate dope boy named Earl
Trap name was Squirrel
Cause all he did was chase them sl*ts
In the cuts and try to get nuts
Like these junkie ass rappers that you pay big bucks
These commercial ass n*ggas be industry sl*ts
To get ahead they give head and take it in their butt
But ain't no Raz B'ing me, I'm holding my nuts
You too l'il for this, young'n run and get me a Dutch
Nah make it a Swisher, I'm from the SOUTH, l'il n*gga
And I'm fat, and I'm black and wear Polo religiously
Dope boy dress code, why you think these b*tches be
All on me like I got a pocket full of ecstasy
Probably cause I got me a pocket full of ecstasy
4X's be right where the Ralph label be
Big di*k, fat, fresh n*gga, label me
I done f*cked half the fine b*tches in Decatur
I got a b*tch in every Zone and three strippers in Zone 3
King Kong heroin di*k on a b*tch
She tie her leg, tap her vein and say poke and stick
Her best friend a di*k fiend, chasing pipe dreams
She suck di*k until her teeth showin' like crack fiends
f*ck your favorite rapper motherf*cker, Mike' mean
f*ck your favorite rapper motherf*cker, Mike' mean
Just a l'il violent
I'll see you motherf*ckers next Sunday
Sunday Morning Massacre
Next time I won't be so late, motherf*ckers
A l'il violence for your Sunday morning
BANG! BANG! BANG!