[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