CiD the god all up in your ear drums My eyes are bleeding thinking about that red rum fed dumb minded humans to my soul now I gotta go to the cosmos and become a star once more please stop praying to the floor your knees’ll get sore and torn become your own gods and you’ll be reborn once more pages outta my life have been torn and scorned that I can’t look forward always feeling like the tourist my mind acts slow sometimes like the tortoise but my lyrics and flow will leave you pushing up daisies like a florist unable to speak talking in morse reading Norse runes that seals your doom you’ll face it soon I’m a loon feeling like a cartoon roger rabbit killing the mad hatter I’ve had it with the human race just a waste of space like the universe if we were the only ones in it that may be the case no one can know it Tormented by demons a legion of heathens ready to crack my knees and asking who do I believe in myself there’s no one higher than me in this moment of time turning water to wine the electric in me is divine I’m a savant Pablo Picasso on the mic I dropped it twice I’m hard of hearing like van goah you gotta tell me twice a lyrical renegade I’ll say offensive shit to your face you’ll scratch your head asking did he really say it? And that’s just how it is that’s how it’s always gonna be you can’t change me or alter the way I think I’m on the brink to explode spaz out give you a fat lip while im jamming to smash mouth that sums it up let your car crash now and ascend to heavens gates like Ti(Tee) then plummet back down to earth like the Roswell, alien crash town I got that stoner charm when i put the Mack down when I’m dropping facts found a better way to live when I let myself hang down from the fan now I guess I’m my own #1 fan now the hour glass dropped its last bead of sand now I passed out the window passing to the other side I guess I died I don’t see Yahweh Buddha or Christ just floating through space and time disassociating lost my mind not an ounce of shine left in my vessel I think I’m in trouble I did a magic trick in front of a muggle bury you in the past Barney rubble watch you crumble as I stumble to eternity you flee like the b I t c h you be you’re a flea get off me you’re a leach you can’t breach a godly being I’m a walking contraction preaching peace than pulls out my smith and Wesson slugs latching onto craniums sucking life away any day they’ll pass away I’m made of clay just wanna build myself up but not today  been cheating death for as long as I can remember because I date the reaper love is blinding her to the point she can’t fulfill her duties I’m clever pulls out a cleaver going for Wally go for a beaver she’ll be like damn you’re sharp as I smoke ether drinking pipe cleaner raping her mom while her pops is loading the Glock in the corner rockin a Batman suit ready to put it to his chin and pop his face up to the ceiling their are limits I haven’t found mine yet but I’m still seeking strangled a fetus ground it up and ingested it through an intravenous morbid thoughts turn into a gruesome plot flock to the house of God he can’t protect you from this tank of gasoline all the contradictions in that of which you preach and I’m sure you’ll have a lovely speech you say you want to spread love and peace wrap you in a bloody bed sheet then send your ass up shits creek capishe? Gen alpha are a buncha beta Karen’s

SpaZzZ OuT

Uncle CiD- mirror

Kid Cudi- Who I Am Feat. Uncle CiD (unofficial)

Uncle CiD- Elevate Us

CiD the GoD -I was Brought up to be a Thinking Man

CiD the GoD X YUNG ILL - Mist be Christmas

Rise Up

CiD the GoD - Tangled in my Thoughts

The Escape (Feat. Alan Watts)

Hate/Love

We were flying not long ago

Don’t Worry

Avatar

Glad I Don’t Have his Life (JoJo Diss) xXxtended

Jojo: I can’t help it (ask CiD) 

Other: You can’t help what Jojo

Jojo: I can’t help being a child groomer
I’m grooming all the women here on the internet so they’ll be ready for the real men for the real world
Ok
I’m properly teaching these bitches how to be housewives
For my next magic trick I will turn Laura into a housewife 

Other: Laura how old are you?

Laura: Ummm 16 I’ll be 17 in 10 days

I’m Satan awaiting to bash your brain in/ I’m flayin your skin and stretch it out on my bodae/ I left a stain in your name I’ll treat you like a urinal/ I peeped what’s in your journal/ you raped your niece like a beast I’ll crack you in your sternum/ I’ll sit back and cook crack and serve you in the trap/ house got no dough and as payment you wanna stroke my shaft/The only thing that’s going on your mouth is/ this glock lick shots you’ll be pushing up daises like a florist/ I was made for this rap game you’re just a tourist/ you’re not made for this pettawan you’re sparring with a titan/ you’re getting too small for your britches/ you on the stem fast diet?/ Its survival of the fittest/

 why you always crying?After I dropped that last track you rage quit every group I’m in/ you said you didn’t cry but that proves how much of a bitch you is/ you’re such a joke with your mumble rap garbage/ you’re about go extinct like a mammoth in a tar pit/ starvin Marvin dissing me to gain recognition/ but I still got more listens you’re wishin you never started this with a Martian/ should have taken some precautions: you’re thich quang duc and I’m the gas and match an arson/ and you got butterfingers Andy backing you up for whatever reason/ you treat him like he’s your bitch I guess he is cuz he takes such a beatin/

JK LOL We’re not done yet(jojo Diss)

You're a meme and you don't even know it/ you claim to have schizophrenia so people will give you doe it's/ a sad world when we have a skype begger on the floor and/ asking for change and you'd do anything for a quarter/ blowing you to smithereens with a fuckin mortar/ I'm CiD the GoD sis and you're a feeble mortal/ can't clash with me I'm a tiger gnashing teeth/ but you can go ahead and take a stab at me/ it's quite amusing to have a beef it's like the hopsin and Soulja boy feud you have no chance with me/ you can rest in peace you can kurt cobang yourself with a hand gun cuz you have no reach for a shotty your bodies slowly rotting like jason Voorhees I'll go in your dreams like Freddy and destroy you from the inside you just weren't ready for the kill shot say hello to your pops for me and your mom will be trailing close behind and Your niece will grow up to be a pros/titute from what you did to her caboose/ you were probably thinking shit and bloods the natural lube/ I hold nothing back for you i speak the truth/ and you can deny all your want but Youre still a fool/ who had no business getting tangled with a rubix cube/ so suck my cock and slurp up all the juice/ you're so obtuse to think people like you/ but most make fun of you when you're not around/ "OMG jojos such a fucking clown" "niggas ain't real niggas ain't real niggas ain't real" get beat down/ your name sits on a grave but before that its time to castrate/ dad mom son niece lined up in their place/ You say its the final chapter but remember johnny boy/ jigsaw was released after so this is the aftermath/ all that chatter chatter I cant even understand/ what youre saying I would love to lash back on this track from your diss rap but i can't it makes me sad/ but Im sure I'll manage with what I have/ and that could be literally nothing I still have more than you can grasp/ you're a triggered little man caught in the frying pan/ i guess that's how you got your mexican tan/ you liked my last diss you must be my biggest fan/ melting the surface but I don't need a fan/ smelting them all into oblivion/ this is the kill shot jojo get on your fucking hands/ and knees and pray to your G o D and ask for mercy/ and just maybe I won't put this chrome piece to your dome piece/ nah I'm just fucking with you now say peace/

Killshot(JoJo Diss) - Final installment

You look like a clone of Tsimfuckis causing a ruckus you’re also on Silent Gays cock like a rubber and I wonder how’s you end up this way did the scout master touch you in the no no place did he make you feel like a female when he brought you to the bushes? Spreading your tushy or was it a priest at an alter parting your hair whispering in your ear that it’s not a sin my dear keep your cock outta your niece and mom you inbred cum dumpster disguising yourself as a wicked clown because deep down you’re crying for help I’ve heard that you were suicidal if that’s true I can help got a wobbly chair check the rope around your neck check I’ll be fapping in the corner as your gasping for breath my climax will be at the moment of your death I’m sick I admit but you’re the disease so I need to remove you surgically this is my final piece so peace out to the deceased

Just a snippet. The full song will be done soon enough.

Three strikes you’re out

Your got 99 problems and they all bitches I ain't Tryna steal you're so called clout your significantly detrimental to your own existence you report my dissed because of your hurt feelings recording every snippet of your temper tantrums I'm reeling jon listen you can't fuck with a godhead so stop tripping and just roll with it the punches that im dishing will leave you with a concussion you'll end up missing soundcloud emailed me saying I was promoting violence when they're just disses so stop being a bitch kid and grow some fucking testes you underweight meth head don't you get it? They say snitches get stitches and get buried in ditches you stole Mia's 14 year old neden like the Grinch who stole Christmas and now she's 19 and dating irl boyfriends and when they don't work out she runs back to you cuz she has no options every group you're in I'm always the topic of discussion you can't keep your mind off it You say that I'm a skid but you go to pop tart and illsec to get information what are you retarded? A walking contradiction I write these lyrics as quickly as I flick my wrist only 15 minutes and my bars are fire yours suck dick like you gumby as pokey jizzes on your forehead pick my onions immigrant I'd call INS if it wasn't for the entertainment that you provide just sitting here waiting for your real suicide and it you kill yourself and I go to prison it'd be worth it knowing a piece of shit is not longer existing so I hope you die bitch I'll even pay for the coffins plural the whole family can Passover to the other side riding my cock like I'm a fucking god you believe in something "deez nutz" you're dumb when you tries calling me I was getting my nut off withmy girlfriend. 

You got patrick the cross dressing faggot riding your dick gassing you up like a jew you're so flacid like my government name and its sad that you think that you're the poo I thought you knew that no one likes you when everyone you know is dropping dime's on you and no one's dropping dimes on me because people actually like me maybe one day you'll see

The Real Zero

Just a weird rapper who likes psychedelics 👽

CiD the GoD

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