Black God - Rucka Rucka Ali

Look, I’m going to ask you this one more time

Please step out of the vehicle with both hands above your head

You are being charged with stealing this car for the low, low price and APR you

were given

With no payments for the first twenty-four months

And we pay your closing costs and sales tax

With a three year extended warranty and five free oil changes

No credit, no problem

I’m beginning to feel like a black god, black guy

The police are bringing out all the mad dogs, bad dog

Now I’m need call my lawyer and get some tax cuts, tax cuts

The police getting their stick and fuck my back up

Fuck me up, I’m in jail for doing nothing

King of the Jews getting clapped like my dad Pac

Crucified and abused in the back lot

Accused of possession of crack rock

Now I’m living in cell block six, go ahead, step in my office

Excuse the smell of my armpits, nutsack, and I can’t flush down my shits

Till the shit’s inspected for smuggled pills

Yo dog, it ain’t my shit

It was this other guy that came up in here, took a dump, and there wasn’t not

nothing I coulda done

But I wanna find out who it was, bring him back here to explain why he put

drugs in the bowl

Then lock him up so he can’t go around taking more dumps in people’s homes and

giving 'em drugs

Then I’ll get justice, take a dump in his home, just to show him that it ain’t

right that he’s white

And I’m getting hooked on phonics, Bill Cosby’s passing it around,

you could ask him about

Attractive women that asked for a snack, said just take half but they ate the

whole pack

They passed out and he got stabbed in the back

They charged him with enlargement and attack

Sexual charging in a ratchet, the planted the evidence into his ass

I’m beginning to feel like a black guy, black god

All my people own a pair of black socks, track socks

My hoopties blowing up and I’m screaming Aluwakbar, Akbar

When I go to heaven, that’s when I hit the jackpot, jackpot

Then God’ll think that I’m stealing and send me back to the earth like dad, fuck

The truth of the truth is as a kid I would sit there and drew tits

Then they sent me to jail when I turned six, Maury tells me I’m telling the

truth and I’m due to have a few kids

It seems that inside of my school is a cool little tunnel that leads to twenty

months to life

Can you tell me where the food is?

Sweet

I’m a normal black kid, transform through a portal fast in

To Super Cornrow but then fall back down the portal to a trash bin

Then charged with violence and breaking to Oscar’s house with intention to rape

him

And put under suspicion of stealing Ernie’s television

Put us all in chains now we all in trains before all this pain we all wuz kangz

By the way, married couples that use the one same Facebook page are all like

Krang

Every gay little page on Instagram is brought to you by Bang

Energy, I’m the enemy of Great Satan USA that made us slaves

Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son, I can’t take anymore

The fakest case of breaking the law since Michael allegedly dated a boy

What came of the struggle?

Complacent soy boys in the basement playing toys

Masturbating to Dragon Ballz, anime, incest porn, and Cory Chase

But now I’m training 'em all at the base to erase all the racism they were made

to embrace

My friend was killed by a drunk driver, the guy got out of his car,

and shot my friend in the face

'Cause I’m beginning to feel like a black god, black guy

The polie caught me jaywalking in drag top, drag tie

Threw me in the interrogation room and trash talk, trash talk

They brought me Kentucky Fried Chicken but I prefer Papeye’s

I go down to the record label and met with the Rabbi, and he’s like

I can’t sell this fucking record, you know why Eminem’s album sold so well?

He’s rapping about homosexuals and vicodin

You’re yapping about fried chicken and The Fountainhead

Go fuck yourself, faggot, get out, please don’t slam it, thank you, come back

Nah dude man I’m Kool-Aid

I’ma go be super black somewhere that I’m not called stupid

But I won’t forget what you did

Took me to White Castle, didn’t want to hastle

They’re like, oh here come that one black guy that like to make himself a victim

Can I get a couple legs of chicken with extra ketchup packets and a Newport s&le

Took one bite and began to transform into a pissed off powerful Dark Christ

Turned the Coca-Cola into black wine

And punched myself in the nuts right

Before a lady and her seventeen kids all burst out crying

I only really wanted lunch but I been fucked over enough thousand years

That if my motherfucking nuts might bust right now, goodnight

Just playing, I’m omnipotent, I could fly

Good luck tryna charge me with a crime

I am the law and I drunk drive

Split open the ocean so coastal person must die

They all go to hell for rejecting the love of the God

Not a god, but the one real black man chosen as the bus driver

The sea is split open, I’m driving the bus to Atlantis, you faggot are left

behind

I’m with Kobe and his daughter, they came here post-mortem

Good they never saw coronavirus or George Floyd getting caught up

Choked up, hold up, I’m almost outta gas, can I get a quota?

Poured a soda down the gas tank then I ate a gram

Of the mushrooms M&M gave that lady that made her crazy

Then I’m like maybe it’s a dream simulation inside a Nintendo Sega (Sega)

Wait, is Sonic gay?

(Nega)

Is Saddam Hussein okay?

Is Dr Dre gay?

Am I gay?

I guess, maybe

Wait a minute, haha

I’m white!

Uh, sorry everyone I made mad at me, I was only tryna be funny, and I wanna get

along with everyone

I’d never say the word nigga unless it was inside a longer sentence and was

sandwiched in between a couple several other lyrics

And you think it was a different word but had a similar aesthetic and you

couldn’t even tell I said it

Wait, shit now it says it in the subtitle, fuck why’d I have to say it?

Now I gotta defend it

I said it just to get rid of the anger that it gives you when you hear the word

said and you’re less than a kettle full of melanin

Uh, I mean more not less than a kettle 'cause less than a kettle means you look

like Pence

And hence you’re a fucking racist and you look like him and shouldn’t say it

I’m not racist, but I’m a fan of racism, did I save it?

I don’t like this racist black guy, is he racist or black?

I’m confused

No one really knows including me but I’m getting used to be treated like a coon

and a Klansman

Simulta—, too—, s—, sa—, ta—, fuck you

I’m tryna get up out of this stigmatic little box tht I’m inside of but I’m

only falling further into, fuck

I’m still thumping the same couple jokes that I felt was

Real funny when I twelve and real punky

Now I’m paying the bills, going to twelve-step meetings, doctor’s checking me

for (shit)

Cancer in the butthole and his finger is real chubby

And now the world is different, I’m cancelled by the same exact

People that taught me that being punk is saying stuff that’s

Real edgy and ugly but nowadays it turns out

Being punk is social justice or being really into Trump

Well, fuck me, I’m all by myself, it’s not my fault

I’m like Peter Pan but racist, I’m based

Fly through your window at night and wake up your inner child, I don’t wanna

grow up

Hey look what you made me do Jim Davis

Watterson McGruder look what you did, I’m just like you now

Hey Trey, I say gay, don’t be a boomer Ruegger

Slim Shady, look I could do it too dad, I’m offensive

Are you down with me now or are you abandoning me like your dad did and acting

Like you never said the word faggot?

Or like some bad words are okay but that’s it?

Nah

Go clean?

Think not

Why be a messenger of peace when you can jihad