New level, new devil, new devil

Time to desert ship, convert to self-worship

Mmm

Lately inconsistencies been showing face inside my head

Feeling every interaction in the existential dread

Like why god and his people obsessed with blessing and breaking bread

Logic dictates that they would focus on benevolence instead

But they keep serving up hate

That's why I struggle to relate

If you pray to bless your plate

We on different levels, there's no debate

Keep your thoughts and prayers, ain't no need to resurrect

Your holy water's tainted, I can smell it on your breath

You bow down at a man-made altar,

But when I bow to me it's disrespect

I'm still god's favorite trophy, don't let the surname misdirect

I'm still god's favorite trophy, don't let the surname misdirect

The thing is most of these believers suck as people

But justify unjust behavior because they worship at the steeple

Line our actions up side by side, me versus any sheeple

They probably read a couple verses and spread more hate while identifying as disciple

They born broken in they mind state, their words not mine, I don't relate

If you need a God who needs you to fill his plate

My gods a different level, there's no debate

Keep your thoughts and prayers, ain't no need to resurrect

Your holy water's tainted, I can smell it on your breath

You bow down at a man-made altar,

But when I bow to me it's disrespect

I'm still god's favorite trophy, don't let the surname misdirect

I'm still god's favorite trophy, don't let the surname misdirect

Silly silly silly

Silly rapper, remix's for SillySkull

(Now, tune in to the Po-Pe Radio Show

Where we play nothing but my shit!

Mmm, motherfucking time

Breaking back, benevolence dissipating all the actors

They all about representing and passing dirty pastors

Who coming after you, dragging glowing eggs in the bayou

Dropping off your cabbage patch kids, kaiju

Red cap, don't forget it

Prince of the morning star, same as the lifted gifted who you praying to

Pimping out your pew, have a seat deacon

Blood spilling from the chalice from the kids you eating)

(Yeah, yeah)

If your God existed to deflate, that's why I struggle to relate (what!)

If all it takes to be a God is create, the Skull and Hoe passed that level, there's no debate (pull-pull-pull up!)

Keep your thoughts and prayers, my heart don't need fucking blessed

Every witness that you share is just gaslighting at best (yeah yeah!)

You bowing at a man-made altar

But when I pray to me, it's disrespect

I'm still god's favorite trophy

(Yeah,) don't let the surname misdirect

I'm still god's favorite trophy (yeah)

Don't let the surname misdirect (pull up! Pull-pull-pull up)

New level, new devil, new level, new devil

I'm still god's favorite trophy

(Yeah,) don't let the surname misdirect

I'm still god's favorite trophy (yeah)

Don't let the surname misdirect

Its evolution

You are your own solution

New level new devil

New evolution

New level new evolution

New resolution

New revelation are your own solution

(Yeah, yeah)

It's evolution, Its evolution

New devil, new level new SillySkull and Trophy Hoe fusion

No debate, no confusion