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She's just a stupid girl, she comes from a poor family she...
She thinks that I am god and someday I'll be rich and famous.
I really don't mind that much, to tell the truth it's quite contagious,
And in her eyes, and in her eyes...
I am God on the mic, you like, that's right, that's right.
God on the mic, I am God on the mic, you like, that's right, that's right.
God on the mic, I am God.
She wants a family, a big blue house with pickett white fences.
She doesn't realise, I think she's really quite demented.
She wants to marry me, but all that I can think about is sex.
She's just a fuck, she's just a fuck.
I am God on the mic, you like, that's right, that's right.
God on the mic, I am God on the mic, you like, that's right, that's right.
God on the mic, I am God.
Is it you, is it me, are we men or are we beast?
Is this heaven, is it hell, is there anyway to tell?
Are we angels, are we gods, are we devils of flesh and blood?
Is it free will, is it fate...
I am God on the mic, you like, that's right, that's right.
God on the mic, I am God on the mic, you like, that's right, that's right.
God on the mic, I am God.
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