G-Mo Skee - Die in the Worst Fashion (Funk Volume DFUOB 2013) lyrics

[Intro: G-Mo Skee] Yeah It's G-Mo Skee Representing the f**ing Inf Gang, man And I just wanna say f** everybody I just want everybody to die, n***a And that's coming from the motherf**ing heart I just wanna see you motherf**ers die, n***a b**h [Verse 1: G-Mo Skee] The African honey badger doesn't give a sh** I'll throw you off a roof and pray to God you hit a fence It's fitting to get intense Thirty two bars of d**h that I could use to remove your livers with b**h, the truth hurts Welcome to the Pain Olympics I'll shoot up your school before the teacher takes attendance With a shotgun to slay the wicked Leave a hole in your house so big you'd think the Kool-Aid man paid a visit And any witnesses that manage to come close They didn't live to talk about it, so this sh** is unspoke I'm cutthroat I'll rip out your lower intestines and force your b**h to play a game of jumprope Then split another wig He caught a ninja star to the eye like that lil' muhf**a bu*ters did I'm in the booth hiding from the undercover pigs They know Chris Benoit likes to smother kids [Hook: G-Mo Skee] To all the rich folks in the mansions I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion To my f**ing ex-girlfriend, Jasmine I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion To the political parties and church ma**es I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion To any motherf**er rapping with a pa**ion I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion [Verse 2: G-Mo Skee] I've been to Hell and back Got kicked out for selling crack And tried to k** the devil with an angelic axe I'm preparing raps to blow your f**ing soul to bits n***as wanna tamper with the Filth until they don't exist So throw a diss and go against the katana You better off trying to f**ing tongue-kiss a piranha I got a joke for you dumb f**s: "What do you call two religious b**hes conjoined at the hip? Nun-chuks." This is uncut; this is how you supposed to rhyme The nine'll leave a rap critic with an open mind I gave Batman a backbreaker and broke his spine Then I wrote a line to make the f**ing Pope resign You n***as non-violent I'll set your house on fire and give your entire f**ing family bronchitis I got bodybags of all sizes So I think all you f*ggot-a** rappers need to fall silent [Hook: G-Mo Skee] To all the rich folks in the mansions I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion To my f**ing ex-girlfriend, Jasmine I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion To the political parties and church ma**es I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion To any motherf**er rapping with a pa**ion I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion [Outro: G-Mo Skee] f** y'all f**ing die, b**h Eat sh** and die, b**h f** you