Godless Wrath (Godless & Godless Fuckin’ Wrath)

My white customs off, faints clients, Hilary Duff
Pad is enough, to get touched inside of the Hate Riots
Face Pradas like Balkian true romance
Explore the kilos are back in scores and watered for pole dancers
Angels froze, saw me in the Nine Challenger with the black stripes
Sunk in storage, bitch, I'mma marry ya, bless to Hashem
Military study is so hard
County and 38s to customs minus the crowbar
My Hebrew coven, keep the brown bags in the oven
Fuck rap, I got Farragut Road, I serve the public
I Eli Porter, I spaz, my grimace says I'm runnin' shit
There ain't no underground just pussy and actors
Fake militants, in gimmicks I be closin' your chapter
Ralph Avenue, faggot, you could catch me by the Milky Way
Coppin' Dutches and Eddie, you can catch me by the Milky Way
Gore and Calig, exmortis blow off your wig
Hit your fitted 26 times and see if you live
Single head, sent Elos out of your town
You in the back of the Belt Parkway, head not found