Paula Deen

[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' niggas' neighborhoods up like movie scenes (Zazazaza)
Motherfucker, 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, nigga, it's all felt
Choke you up like Papa Doc, you need help
Gaspin' for life, bitch 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 niggas know with a grenade in my hand, so
I throw a flashbang; where the cash, king?
I'm robbin' niggas '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' niggas' neighborhoods up like movie scenes
Motherfucker, 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
Pussy scared to show his fuckin' face, so they tinted it
Beat your fuckin' ass 'til you shakin' and you shiverin' (Beat your ass, nigga)
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 fuckin' on bitches that's Brazilian
He ain't a real plug unless he counted a million (Uh)
Fake ass thugs and street gangsters
Put your fuckin' 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 nigga, this ain't Sega
Bullets penetrate ya, and put you underground like a mixtape
Fuck up out my face and get your shit straight
Nuttin' in your bitch face, she suck until her lips ache
Dump Gawd, motherfucker, grindin' like the griptape
Fuckin' with Fahim is a motherfuckin' 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' niggas' neighborhoods up like movie scenes
Motherfucker, I'm a microphone fiend
And when it comes to rhymes, I'm the undisputed king