This is a song about "Rap skill god"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

To rap you need skill or watching all your dreams fall shatter

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch

People say shit to me like its easy write a rap, it takes no skill,

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

I'm a rap wizard got skill and i zap with it

I was listening to em rap god

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Trying to give them light and a message

Im rap god you fuckin bitch