Paula Deen lyrics

[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' n*ggas' neighborhoods up like movie scenes (Zazazaza)
Motherf*cker, 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, n*gga, it's all felt
Choke you up like Papa Doc, you need help
Gaspin' for life, b*tch 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 n*ggas know with a grenade in my hand, so
I throw a flashbang; where the cash, king?
I'm robbin' n*ggas 'cause I never really had things
[Chorus]
Every gun I get came with a beam (Zazazazaza)
Spray the MAC like I was wipin' off the screen
Every gun come extended clip and submachine
This heater cook you up like Paula Dean
Read the source, then empty your magazine
Shootin' n*ggas' neighborhoods up like movie scenes
Motherf*cker, I'm a microphone fiend
And when it comes to rhymes, I'm the undisputed king

[Verse 2]
I'm evil-spirited, ain't no gettin' rid of it
Yeah, you got a Maserati, but you rented it
pus*y scared to show his f*ckin' face, so they tinted it
Beat your f*ckin' ass 'til you shakin' and you shiverin' (Beat your ass, n*gga)
Gilligan, let's see who's the king of the hill again
Feelin' it, Sean Carter thinkin' 'bout a mil' again
Now I'm out f*ckin' on b*tches that's Brazilian
He ain't a real plug unless he counted a million (Uh)
Fake ass thugs and street gangsters
Put your f*ckin' face on the channel two, anchor
Heart-breaker, read your mind like Charles Xavier
Dark favors, the undefeated life-taker
Dice-shaker, gettin' so much money they hate ya
I would compensate ya, but rather eliminate ya
No game, no n*gga, this ain't Sega
Bullets penetrate ya, and put you underground like a mixtape
f*ck up out my face and get your sh*t straight
Nuttin' in your b*tch face, she suck until her lips ache
Dump Gawd, motherf*cker, grindin' like the griptape
f*ckin' with Fahim is a motherf*ckin' mistake
[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' n*ggas' neighborhoods up like movie scenes
Motherf*cker, I'm a microphone fiend
And when it comes to rhymes, I'm the undisputed king