Rap God Lyrics – By Eminem

Rap God Lyrics is an electrifying rap song by American rapper Eminem, released as a single from his eighth studio album, “The Marshall Mathers LP 2,” in 2013. The song is often cited as one of Eminem’s most technically impressive tracks, showcasing his unparalleled lyrical prowess, rapid-fire delivery, and wordplay. “Rap God” received widespread critical acclaim and has become a defining piece of Eminem’s catalog.

Song Information :

Song Title :- Unfuckwitable

Writer Name :- Rylo Rodriguez

Singer Name :- Rylo Rodriguez

Rap God Lyrics

Rap God Song Lyrics 


 Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings

But I’m only going to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)


Something’s wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)


Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but I don’t know what


If that means what I think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble


And if he is as bananas as you say, I’m not taking any chances


You are just what the doctor ordered


I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God


All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod


Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?


They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot


But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes


I got a laptop in my back pocket


My pen’ll go off when I half-cock it


Got a fat knot from that rap profit


Made a livin’ and a killin’ off it


Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office


With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his nutsack


I’m an MC still as honest


But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (kill ’em all with)


This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop


You don’t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat


Packin’ a MAC in the back of the Ac’, backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackity-yack


And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicin’ that


I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table


Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half


Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact


How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack


Rappers are having a rough time period, here’s a Maxipad


It’s actually disastrously bad


For the wack, while I’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce


‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God


All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod


Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?


Let me show you maintaining this shit ain’t that hard, that hard


Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got


Well, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance


Everybody loves to root for a nuisance


Hit the Earth like an asteroid, did nothin’ but shoot for the moon since (pew)


Mc’s get taken to school with this music


‘Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme


Now I lead a new school full of students


Me? I’m a product of Rakim


Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim


Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position


To meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin’ Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame


Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames


Only hall of fame I’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)


You fags think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames


Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin’?


Little gay lookin’ boy


So gay I can barely say it with a straight face lookin’ boy


You witnessin’ a mass-occur


Like you’re watchin’ a church gathering take place lookin’ boy


“Oy vey, that boy’s gay”, that’s all they say, lookin’ boy


You get a thumbs up, pat on the back


And a “Way-to-go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy


Hey, lookin’ boy, what you say, lookin’ boy?


I get a “Hell yeah” from Dre, lookin’ boy


I’ma work for everything I have


Never asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin’ boy


Basically boy, you’re never gonna be capable


Of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy


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‘Cause I’m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God


All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod


The way I’m racin’ around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR


Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God


Kneel before General Zod, this planet’s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard


So you be Thor and I’ll be Odin, you rodent, I’m omnipotent


Let off then I’m reloadin’ immediately with these bombs I’m totin’


And I should not be woken


I’m the walkin’ dead, but I’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’


But I got your mom deep-throatin’


I’m out my ramen noodle, we have nothin’ in common, poodle


I’m a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil


It’s me, my honesty’s brutal


But it’s honestly futile if I don’t utilize what I do though


For good at least once in a while


So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle


Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times


But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ’cause even you unsigned


Rappers are hungry lookin’ at me like it’s lunchtime


I know there was a time where once I


Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind


So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine


Appeal with the skin color of mine


You get too big, and here they come tryin’ to


Censor you like that one line I said on “I’m Back” from the Mathers LP One


When I tried to say, “I’ll take seven kids from Columbine


Put ’em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine”


See if I get away with it now that I ain’t as big as I was, but I’m


Morphin’ into an immortal comin’ through the portal


You’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though


And I don’t know what the fuck that you rhyme for


You’re pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin’ cornrows


You write normal? Fuck being normal


And I just bought a new ray-gun from the future


Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad


‘Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather’s pad


Singin’ to a man while he played piano


Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel


So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day


“Hey, Fab, I’ma kill you”


Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)


Uh, sama lama duma lama, you assumin’ I’m a human


What I gotta do to get it through to you, I’m superhuman?


Innovative and I’m made of rubber


So that anything you say is ricochetin’ off of me and it’ll glue to you


I’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating


How to give a motherfuckin’ audience a feelin’ like it’s levitating


Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting


For the day that they can say I fell off, they’ll be celebrating


‘Cause I know the way to get ’em motivated


I make elevating music, you make elevator music


Oh, he’s too mainstream


Well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it


It’s not hip-hop, it’s pop, ’cause I found a hella way to fuse it


With rock, shock rap with Doc


Throw on Lose Yourself and make ’em lose it


I don’t know how to make songs like that


I don’t know what words to use


Let me know when it occurs to you


While I’m rippin’ any one of these verses diverse as you


It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin’ you


How many verses I gotta murder to


Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you can sacrifice virgins too? Uh


School flunkie, pill junkie


But look at the accolades the skills brung me


Full of myself, but still hungry


I bully myself ’cause I make me do what I put my mind to


And I’m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues


But it’s still tongue in cheek, fuck you


I’m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I’m asleep in the front seat


Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funky


But in my head, there’s something I can feel tugging and struggling


Angels fight with devils and here’s what they want from me


They’re askin’ me to eliminate some of the women-hate


But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have


Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation


And understand the discrimination


But fuck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then


But if I can’t batter the women, how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?


Don’t mistake him for (Satan)


It’s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas


And take a vacation to trip a broad


And make her fall on her face and


Don’t be a retard, be a king? Think not


Why be a king when you can be a God?


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Originally posted 2023-09-08 05:08:00.