[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
Now how many n***as you know came out the p**y drinking Jäger?
Ashing blunts in his mom's c*nt while she's in labor
A premature crack baby slash freak of nature
Born with deformity so they stored me in the incubator
It's bay business, I gave bash to gay fishes
Hate women, put the in the furnace and make skank biscuits
Twisted brain, these n***as thinking this sh**'s a game
Till they see my house and the human decomposition stinks
I've never been the n***a to ignore a feud
You don't wanna beef with this particular sort of dude
I don't think you have the testicular fortitude
Get your organs moved to the fridge where I store the food
And I only f** with schizophrenic b**hes
That'll slit they wrists if I left, I tell that heifer split it
Matter of fact, I recommend it, that's the best decision
Life s**s and I would be an a**hole to let you live it
[Hook: G-Mo Skee]
Now who that n***a ripping you and your crew?, "G"
Who make the nuthouse do what it do?, "G"
Now who could break a b**hes pockets and purse
The most sadistic and twisted n***a that's walking the earth?, "G"
Now who could make you f**ing puke in your soup?, "G"
Who make a ma** murder shooting look cute?, "G"
Now who could make you f**ing strangle a hoe
And dangle her out of the window so they neighbors'll know, "G"
[Verse 2: G-Mo Skee]
How many n***as you know k** whatever he rapping on?
With more tracks than a f**ing h**n addicts arm
Songs get shat upon, dick bigger than Omega Shenron
So your momma tried to gather my Dragon Balls
Ask them n***as in the psychiatric ward
G-Mo got 'em bouncing off the walls and the padded floor
I gave 'em medication that they never had before
Under the counter d**, they couldn't find 'em at the store
I still got the midget army marching
All my fans go to jail for flipping cars and arson
You never met an artist with more of a cold fan base
They get down, f** around and get a grown man raped
This the type of music you can kick somebody's a** to
The type of music Brenda threw her baby in the trash to
The type of music b**hes get s**ually hara**ed to
The type of music terrorists burn American flags to
[Hook: G-Mo Skee]
Who looking for another human to chew?, "G"
Who sitting in the court room in a suit?, "G"
Now who could make you take some acid and drive
Swerve into the wrong lane and k** a family of five?, "G"
Who mix 151 proof with the juice?, "G"
Who threw a f**ing GameCube from the roof?, "G"
Now who could make you slap a teacher in cla**
Jump up out your f**ing seat and start beating her a**?, "G"
[Verse 3: G-Mo Skee]
How many n***as spit it so raw, when a n***a do it
You could probably getting salmonella if you listen to it?
Make you take a bath when you finish with the music
k**ing trannies and f*gs for a sick amusement
n***a, we ain't the same breed of MC at all
Trump builds a wall, I hope it's between me and y'all
This ain't my final form, watch G-Mo Skee evolve
Into a ten foot tall mythical wildebeest with claws
n***a, keep your a** home cause at night I'm lurking
I'll light a person on fire and watch 'em die a virgin
I rape b**hes and murk 'em inside a white Suburban
I'm writing verses and they pissing off entire churches
So if you trying to get your buzz up with a diss
Hold hands and jump off the bay bridge with your clique
And if you see my n***as driving through where you live
Tuck your motherf**ing chain in like Bruce Jenner's dick
[Hook: G-Mo Skee]
Now who that n***a took a deuce on your stool?, "G"
Who make the Juggalos do what it do?, "G"
Who got the filth spray quick as the clap
Making p**y a** n***as scared to listen to rap?, "G"
Who k**ing everything that move in the booth?, "G"
Who got that n***a Vinnie Paz in cahoots?, "G"
Who kick the wicked sh** graphic and deadly?
Got the kids buying f**ing furry hats and machetes?, n***a