G-Mo Skee - G paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson G - G-Mo Skee



Now how many niggas you know came out the pussy drinking Jäger?
Ashing blunts in his mom's cunt 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 niggas thinking this shit's a game
Till they see my house and the human decomposition stinks
I've never been the nigga 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 fuck with schizophrenic bitches
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 sucks and I would be an asshole to let you live it
Now who that nigga ripping you and your crew?, "G"
Who make the nuthouse do what it do?, "G"
Now who could break a bitches pockets and purse
The most sadistic and twisted nigga that's walking the earth?, "G"
Now who could make you fucking puke in your soup?, "G"
Who make a mass murder shooting look cute?, "G"
Now who could make you fucking strangle a hoe
And dangle her out of the window so they neighbors'll know, "G"
How many niggas you know kill whatever he rapping on?
With more tracks than a fucking heroin addicts arm
Songs get shat upon, dick bigger than Omega Shenron
So your momma tried to gather my Dragon Balls
Ask them niggas 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 drugs, 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, fuck around and get a grown man raped
This the type of music you can kick somebody's ass to
The type of music Brenda threw her baby in the trash to
The type of music bitches get sexually harassed to
The type of music terrorists burn American flags to
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 kill a family of five?, "G"
Who mix 151 proof with the juice?, "G"
Who threw a fucking GameCube from the roof?, "G"
Now who could make you slap a teacher in class
Jump up out your fucking seat and start beating her ass?, "G"
How many niggas spit it so raw, when a nigga do it
You could probably getting salmonella if you listen to it?
Make you take a bath when you finish with the music
Killing trannies and fags for a sick amusement
Nigga, 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
Nigga, keep your ass home cause at night I'm lurking
I'll light a person on fire and watch 'em die a virgin
I rape bitches 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 niggas driving through where you live
Tuck your motherfucking chain in like Bruce Jenner's dick
Now who that nigga 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 pussy ass niggas scared to listen to rap?, "G"
Who killing everything that move in the booth?, "G"
Who got that nigga Vinnie Paz in cahoots?, "G"
Who kick the wicked shit graphic and deadly?
Got the kids buying fucking furry hats and machetes?, nigga



Writer(s): Jaron Joel Johnson


G-Mo Skee - G
Album G
date de sortie
22-07-2016

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