Can't Fool Me (feat. Eternia)

You can fool the last one but you can't fool me
 Can't fool me
 Can't fool me
 Can't fool me
 You can fool the last one but you can't fool
 The simple fact it's the G-O-Ds
 This is the hardest record all year, mark my words
 From the dark I emerge power sparks the surge
 Got juggernaut strength lift buildings with both hands
 Crush a tank like a child stepping on coke cans
 The gigantic beast must be out of my mind
 Electrically charged I jump rope with live powerlines
 On some real shit, body made of steel shit
 Travel with more nines than "bring your 4th graders on a field trip"
 You never heard a nigga that can spit it like Blac could
 Fiend out niggas steaming crack in they back woods
 Grew up in a black hood, rocking a black hood
 Rhymed on a corner til my rap got good
 I studied the art like you should
 Rhyme for rhyme I abuse it, get used up
 Please don't confuse us
 For happy niggas at the back of the bus
 Get your green bags up and in Demigodz we trust
 I'm sick and twisted like a juggalo with AIDS
 Or a Stephen King page or a dying grandmother growing braids
 I'm so driven I get road rage on stage
 Thoughts, liquid crack, I move liters like motorcades
 I've been on plenty tours dealing with these crazy whores
 They need their head examined like the AVN awards
 I'm '87 wars, pick apart you bastards
 On a powertrip like Ahmadinejad on acid
 Not with the fooling with hard spitting hooligan
 When he's out they like, "Aw shit it's you again?"
 They can't stand me, I'm known to keep a slammy
 The only thing you pack on your hip is a fanny
 Doeraker pharmacist, paper become anonymous
 Flow so psychotic bitch, lyrically we opposites
 In other words y'all can't tell me shit
 You pay the same price that the deer caught up in the headlights did
 You cannot attempt to meet at the mountain I'm on
 I climb higher than the rapper you just smoked out to get on your song
 Thinking you're on, you're more off than a circuit that's blown
 After a storm I'm that verbal hurricane then I'm gone
 Don't pretend that you matter you don't
 I'd rather speak the truth than leave you out for the choke
 And besides you need some lessons my suggestion is nope
 Don't do it your intentions are mess and I see through it
 IED under your SUV, escalate your Escalade
 Fucking fag, I got a duffle bag full of 'nades
 Add a clip, and some track, what I'm aiming at
 Failed arithmetic but at marksmanship I'm a brainiac
 Suffocate, twist, and arch your throat
 Maybe you should dip because I mastered the art of choke
 Start to provoke, talk loud or try to speak out
 I'll break your arm like Sean Combs did to Steve Stoute