Lyrics Ninja Money - G-Mo Skee

Them motherfuckers said I wouldn't blow
They said that I wasn't spitting dope, man
Til my shit starts spreading coast-to-coast
Now that's your ass, Mr.
Dope Man (They never should have gave a ninja money)
The game is all fucked up now
The game is all fucked up now
(They never should have gave a ninja money)
The game is all fucked up now
The rap game is all fucked up now!
(They never should have gave a ninja money)
Yo
This is real nigga-jitsu
If I don't like you I won't pretend to
All you motherfuckers pulling bitch moves
That's alright, cause I just got a fucking check from Ingrooves
They never should have gave a nigga money, not this dude
Signed with Magic Ninja, shit was kinda suspenseful
Showed up with katanas them niggas thought I was Tenchu
Fuck what you been through, if you ever got a record deal
Your label would probably have to reinvent you
Don't believe the hype, or the lies and the rumors
I still got the filth to supply the consumers
Inside of the sewers, I hide from pursuers
Eating fucking rats deep-fried on a skewer
Now everybody talking about G-Mo Skee
Cause I pissed the world off with a sweet sixteen
I had a bad bitch with me, but she OD
So I fleed the scene going superhero speeds (pew!)
When it comes to filth, I'm the godfather
Better handcuff your bitch or she's in hot water
You can be a cock-blocker, you'll still find my dick inside her mouth
It's the everlasting gob-stopper (hahah)
They said my music made the students brawl
But the special ed students tell me that my music's raw
Now I'm a super-star
Bars sounding like Slim Shady and Bizarre
Did the fucking fusion, huh
I'm not the nigga you should sleep on, buddy
I was a beast ever since I used to pee on Huggies
Bring a mic to the stage so I could leave y'all bloody
DJ Kev bring the tables like D-von Dudley
And most of y'all niggas been writing rap lyrics wrong
Yeah I heard his name before but I ain't hear the nigga's songs
I drop a spirit bomb, leave his fucking village gone
We could never get along, niggas getting shitted on!
When my baby was born, all I had was ninety bucks
Now I'm rolling fat-ass chops no more tiny blunts
Fucking with G-Mo, that's a death-defying stunt
You muh'fuckas must be on ice like the mighty ducks
If you jocking my style I demand a fight
He said my rhyme was too fresh so he had to bite
I'm the best rapper that was born after Christ
Eat your fucking heart and wash it down with a can of sprite
Perform a human sacrifice at my last show
Fucking Goat Head, pentagram, and a black robe
If you feel froggish, leap and get smashed on
I'm giving niggas wedgies and hanging them from a flag pole
I made a video bashing J Cole's rap flow
The fans were like "G-Mo, shut up, you ain't that dope
"Take your ass directly to jail and don't pass go
"Or collect two-hundred dollars, asshole" (He's whack, though!)