Rap God [Family Guy Version]

[Chorus - Stewie Griffin]

You know, 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 slapbox, slapbox

They said I rap like a robot so call me rapbot

[Part of Verse 1 - Stewie Griffin]

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 living and a killing off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables...

[Talking - Stewie Griffin]

Can we speed this up, it's getting kind of boring

[Part of Verse 3 - Stewie Griffin]

Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming 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

Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfucking audience a feeling like it is levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating

Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevatin' music

You make elevator music

Oh, he's too main-stream

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 ripping 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 at songs

You could sacrifice versions to, uhhh

• Artist:Mikey Bolts