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Molotovs at Poseidon Lyrics
[Hook]
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
[Verse 1:]
Go ahead and fire your gun, you're shooting at Zeus
I held on to my crown while I ripped through my noose
I got up from the ground then I pulled up my roots
I reversed the Earth playing Skip To My Lou
You don't know who you dealing with
I dealt with the dealers my dealings different,
I'm getting dealt but a lot more delicate
I noticed you creeping, my job is keeping ahead of it
But how can I hate you, you fucking heathens are heaven sent
There's someone in back of you if I'm turning my back to you
Keep your practices practical while I practice benevolence
You overheard me talking and thought I was embellishing
You envisioned my bezel and considered embezzlement
I consider you little when compared to a peasant
Cause you belittled my presence without a litter of evidence
Your illegible lettering is proof of illiteracy
No wonder my supremacy ain't nearly as evident
I'll ask you again
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
[Verse 1:]
Go ahead and fire your gun, you're shooting at Zeus
I held on to my crown while I ripped through my noose
I got up from the ground then I pulled up my roots
I reversed the Earth playing Skip To My Lou
You don't know who you dealing with
I dealt with the dealers my dealings different,
I'm getting dealt but a lot more delicate
I noticed you creeping, my job is keeping ahead of it
But how can I hate you, you fucking heathens are heaven sent
There's someone in back of you if I'm turning my back to you
Keep your practices practical while I practice benevolence
You overheard me talking and thought I was embellishing
You envisioned my bezel and considered embezzlement
I consider you little when compared to a peasant
Cause you belittled my presence without a litter of evidence
Your illegible lettering is proof of illiteracy
No wonder my supremacy ain't nearly as evident
I'll ask you again
[Hook]
Do you know who you fucking with, huh
Do you know who you fucking with, what you lookin' at
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
[Verse 2]
Your damage is none. You just threw a Molotov at Poseidon
Then felt the flood in your iris and cried for an act of kindness
You tried to cover your eyelids and run, but I'll be triumphant, trust me
I'm on a diet, I'm hungry, my ribs touching
My grip clutching your dinner like pliers, with no appliances
Must be a sign, you eating lunch is a giant luxury
Fuckers combined couldn't add up to me
Scienze wouldn't give a flying fuck of your flying fuckery
Jive-suckers reluctantly dive into a fire with gas dungarees
In a dungeon from hiding your supper from God's company
Cut your crying, I'm keeping your comments in God's custody
Better pray that the Mayans were on to something
You on the corner running from a fully functioning Mac truck
Going backwards, in the backwoods, while I back up
Til you're either stuck on the bumper or under me
Just to show you can't fuck with me
So if ever you're wondering, I'll ask you again!
[Hook]
Do you know who you fucking with, right now?
Do you know who you fucking with, hahaha
Do you know who you fucking with, one more time
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with, huh
Do you know who you fucking with, what you lookin' at
Do you know who you fucking with
Do you know who you fucking with
[Verse 2]
Your damage is none. You just threw a Molotov at Poseidon
Then felt the flood in your iris and cried for an act of kindness
You tried to cover your eyelids and run, but I'll be triumphant, trust me
I'm on a diet, I'm hungry, my ribs touching
My grip clutching your dinner like pliers, with no appliances
Must be a sign, you eating lunch is a giant luxury
Fuckers combined couldn't add up to me
Scienze wouldn't give a flying fuck of your flying fuckery
Jive-suckers reluctantly dive into a fire with gas dungarees
In a dungeon from hiding your supper from God's company
Cut your crying, I'm keeping your comments in God's custody
Better pray that the Mayans were on to something
You on the corner running from a fully functioning Mac truck
Going backwards, in the backwoods, while I back up
Til you're either stuck on the bumper or under me
Just to show you can't fuck with me
So if ever you're wondering, I'll ask you again!
[Hook]
Do you know who you fucking with, right now?
Do you know who you fucking with, hahaha
Do you know who you fucking with, one more time
Do you know who you fucking with
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- 2.The Pacs
- 3.HVNLY
- 4.God Complex
- 5.Murphy’s Law
- 6.Molotovs at Poseidon
- 7.Negus
- 8.Know it Alls
- 10.The N Word
- 11.PWRTRP
- 12.Being God
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Release Date
August 26, 2013
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