Gasoline - Jomeezius The Genius, Godemis

Fuck you and fuck her and fuck that, I’m japping

Taking a shit in the bed that you nap in

Release the Kraken, we gettin' it cracking

My lasers are z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zappin'

I don’t need a napkin, that’s wacker than Kaepernick

It just so happens I’m back on that rapper shit

Couldn’t nobody imagine that happenin'

But I’m back again

Happily hacking your body to bits

Don’t no nobody know Godi for shit

Diggin' a grave and I’m hopping in it, this is it

Chillin' in Valhalla, holla back and I’ma praise in Satan

Like my name Barack Obama, on the planet with no mama

I’ma kill the drama, I don’t lie your honor

I just fire on it when I find 'em finally

I feed 'em realizing don’t nobody really need 'em

All I really need to see is, all I really need to keep is

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of

Off my father-fucking rocker with it

If it’s Godemis you know you gotta get it

If a body’s rotting inside a Honda Civic

You ain’t gotta laud it, know that Donnie did it

If I shot a critic, I would not admit it

If I gotta get it outta Dodge I’ma do it (Dodge I’ma do it)

Prolly lost a lot of fluid (Prolly lost a lot of fluid)

Swear to god nobody knew it

What they got to do with everybody hating

All I need to make’s a lot of Kevin Bacon

Got the superglue for every deal I’m breaking

With the super trooper headed there to break-in (Headed there to break in)

I have been forsaken (I have been forsaken)

Why ain’t they relating (Why ain’t they relating)

Father time is taking aim and I don’t mind at all

Because I got it

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline

Third verse, last song

Two into it to be superhuman

Heating up the kitchen, every room is humid

If it was up to Cupid

I’d be sticking stupid motherfuckers in the temple

Who could prove it

Could it be therapeutic, I’ma wear the music

Don’t mean nothing to ya but it don’t fucking matter

I could make the cut and bloody up the lather

Fishes barely up, I run amok

I’d rather stuff a thump of fat or fuck if I’m an addict

I been getting at it, could’ve been something tragic

Had I not adapted, fuck who’s diplomatic

Wicked, this is rich as sick are getting at it

Take a pic, you bitches quick as you can snap it

You can dip and take it with you, you can have it

Introducing you into a few new habits

You are too dramatic, you should screw a faggot

You could ruin ratchets, it’s a father-fucking fact

I swept the script and never know just how to act

I dump the city off my motherfucking back

Now who can help me with a lighter or a match

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline

With a can of gasoline, with a can of