G-Mo Skee - G lyrics

[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