Are you are you

Coming to the tree

Where they strung up a man they say murdered three

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Close your eyes and imagine feel the magic

Vegas on acid seen through Yves St Laurent glasses

And I've realized that I've arrived

Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe

Does he write his own rhymes well sort of I think 'em

That mean I forgot better s**t than you ever thought of

D**n is he really that caught up

I ask if you talked about classics do my name get brought up

I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort

Or even a four-track recorder

So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche

It's for yourself that's important

If your stripper name Porscha and you get tips from many men

Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan

I Am A God

I Am A God

Are you are you

Coming to the tree

Where they strung up a man they say murdered three

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Just like that

When someone comes up and says something like I am a god

Everybody says Who does he think he is

I just told you who I thought I was a god

I just told you

That's who I think I am

Would it have been better if I had a song that said I am a n***a

I Am A God

I Am A God

Are you are you

Coming to the tree

Where they strung up a man they say murdered three

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree