Where the Gods Are

[Verse 1]:

Yo, I'm a luciferian slash elusive aryan

Doin body shots on bitches like abusive married men

I remember when an ounce of dope used to carry ten

Now conspiracy laws got my dogs buried in a pen

Yo, rottweilers bark when you intrudin' at my premises

D.C. sniper when I'm shootin' at my nemesis

O Dog and Kane, all my dudes are just menaces

Dead or in a box doin' a bunch of life sentences

Trill spit, my heart black and don't feel shit

Yo, life's a bitch, but that's the tramp that I'm still with

Real shit flyin' out the trap that I spill with

Slurrin' from the syrup that this white cup filled with

This shit I'm sippin' keep my patience very slim

I'm bloody Mary scary homie, Satan's very grim

And my whole life's a gamble, dog I shoot dice daily

And everything I do is crooked 'cause my two eyes lazy

[Chorus]:

I'd rather go to the place where the gods are

Than get cuffed and placed in that squad car

I'd rather burn in the fires down in hell

Than to have to spend another fuckin' night inside a cell

[Verse 2]:

Ayo, I got a bunch of notebooks full of half finished songs

Distracted by all these bitches poppin' they asses in thongs

Snortin' up all this powder, packing hashish in bongs

And having unprotected sex with the trashiest blondes

Dog town loco, I mob round solo

Dressed in Ben Davis like a God damn cholo

Toss a nickel on my digi 'fore I weigh my T's

Dope boy, you want a zone you got to pay my fees

Yo, bitches in the club carry fake IDs

Have yo' ass locked down inside them 8 by 3s

Yo, some of them even carry H-I-Vs

Roll the dice, no tellin' what the snake eyes sees

Yo, hell is hot homes, the fires like lava

And sellin' dope is hard 'cause your buyers might rob ya

But before I'm locked down eatin beans and rice dinners

I'd rather die up on the cross that gave Jesus Christ splinters

[Chorus]:

I'd rather go to the place where the gods are

Than get cuffed and placed in that squad car

I'd rather burn in the fires down in hell

Than to have to spend another fuckin night inside a cell

[Verse 3]:

Ayo, be careful of these rats 'cause these rats have rabies

Rats have sex and then rats have babies

Babies grow up and start rattin' on their own

Help the feds build cases, wire tappin on your phone

The SWAT kick your door in, got warrants for yo' arrest

With a bunch of fuckin' laser beams pointed at your chest

They bring in the dogs to find the work and the guns

You're hit, and I ain't talkin' stickin' purp in your lungs

Armed career criminal, your points is off the scale

A million cash only judge appointed as your bail

Your co-defendant solid, y'all was boys when you fell

Now he testifies at trial and he points when he tell

Yo 15 flat, that's the mandatory minimum

Yo' co-defendant walked from all the rap that he been givin' em

Jumpsuit, shackled, handcuffed, with a black box

Yo, that's what happens when a mother fuckin' rat talks

[Chorus]:

I'd rather go to the place where the gods are

Than to get cuffed and placed in this squad car

I'd rather burn in the fires down in hell

Than to have to spend another fuckin night inside a cell