G-Mo Skee - When Did It Become Cool To Be A Sick f**? lyrics

[Intro] And so it was written, young G-Mo was to set off on his quest to f** a couple of cows, and tip them over [Verse 1] Yo, when did it become cool to be a sick f**? I'm on 23rd with six bucks to get my dick s**ed Looking for the cheap b**hes Found a crack who*e with her teeth missin But she did it for free, winning Lasted three minutes, k**ed her in the worst way To get my money back but I ain't pay her in the first place According to this ID it's her birthday Now she's in the furnace and I'm headed to the church play I was born ill and I won't conform still Too busy shootin' a p**n film in a corn field All you corny rappers need to get a force field I let the sword spill your guts, show you how the floor feels Tombstone pile-drive you on the cement Now your a** is laid out and not breathing Wake up in the street and you don't even remember the f**ing reason Why you was there in the first place talking sh** and beefing All I want is a million views on YouTube And a sloppy bl**job every blue moon But instead I'm slept on like a pissy mattress Big titty bad b**hes never give me action Speakin' of action, I'm watching your house b**h And I don't like the outfit that you picked out, switch Into the hot skirt, and the "I Love co*k" shirt But make sure you shave your twat first I got the filth movin' like clockwork There's no use in telling me stop sir My potty mouth is bound to get a lot worse Gave a horse an abortion, euthanized it and torched it Had s** with both of the corpses and came to my performance Covered in blood and organs, but still tore it down: Like a poster of Justin Biebs Mad tricks up my sleeve, David Blaine in his teens When I leave, you haters come together like a** cheeks And talk as much sh** as you can through your damn teeth But keep speaking, I'll hide your spouse In the motherf**ing dungeon inside my house Come back after a week, untie her mouth Then face f** the b**h 'till her eyes pop out Motherf**er!