I'm A Greek God

Verse 1:
It's Nacho Picasso, born from Greece
With Medussa's head sown in my golden fleece
Should have been a Minotaur, because your boy's a beast
Got me feelin' like Ares, cause I know no peace
Got my burner from Hephaestus, Athena my niece
If you're a slow learner then Homer can teach
Tonight we dine in Hell, you feel the heat?
Gettin' head from a hydra, you feel the teeth?
I'm high as Mount Olympus, and your God is about the business
Hera is my wife, Aphrodite is my mistress
Coldest [bad word] out here and Apollo be my witness
May the lightning strike you down if your name is on my [bad word] list
Fly as Icarus, so they swallow my babies
And all my ex-ladies hope I die and go to Hades
Mariners tribal, Poseidon, I'm wavy
Your [bad word] Helen of Troy, she creepin' like crazy

Hook:
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
My style gets bit, like it's laid with snakes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
I'm her Greek God, I should bathe in grapes
And my style gets bit, like it's laid with snakes

Verse 2:
No pupils, I'm enlightened
I eat thunder, I'm crappin' lightning
My Pegasus, a white horse with white wings
It's frightening to see a [bad word] with white things
The world on my back, no need for sight seeing
I get carried away, no need for hiking
Mortals no it's over once a girl takes a liking
Yes I am a Spartan, but I'm horny as Viking
Sniffin' Brooke Shield, these beats are my meals
My packs and (?), as lips remained sealed
Kissed by a rose, on a grave so sealed
Yes this is mythology, but [bad word] I'm so real
Bad yellow [bad word] like April O'Neil
She's basically thrilled, feeds me grapes as she peel
She's facing me (?), with an eighth of that kill
rolled up dollar bill, I'm wasted and (?)

Hook