Am I God? - Death Lyrics

Look in my eyes
For your certain demise
Won't you realize
Ain't no time for goodbyes
You won't suffice
Gamble ya life
With a pair of the dice
You won't survive
Shot you in paradise
Meetin your maker
I blast with the heater
I'm Leaving you burnin
Your stomach is churning
Wait
Had me a vision
I cut in precision
And death is my bitch
And you gone be kissing
Wait wait
Bad for society
The feds they be watching me
Call me Richard Jewell
Cause I always keep a tool
Cause the Last thing you seein is the eyes of destruction
I need creation to function
I bring them together conjunction
To make your own death
Darkness consuming me
All of these bitches gonna know
I keep a pole
All of these bitches gone be
Hatin my soul
All these bitches gone be
With me in the road
Gangsta Paradise
I ain't talkin bout no coolio
Ski mask down when i'm smoking in the studio
The bird is the word and the word on the street is
That you a lame bitch
All in my business
I'm the wolf of wall street and the wall is my canvas
And the brush is your carcass
The bitches walk by sayin goodness that's gorgeous
Well I am the artist
So they f*ckin me
But I'm not f*ckin with you
So I'll float like a butter fly sting like a bee
Hit you with the one two
Then you gonna drop a knee
Stay hatin
F*ck
I might just run up and catch me a fade
Aye too late
Run up to you 32 shots to your face