G-Mo Skee - Fuck It All Up lyrics

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee] I'm a hot mess You ain't seen a bully ever since the days of Ron Artest Lyrically, I'm Rhymefest, you're Nas X in a prom dress (b*tch) Before I spin and start slaying emcees, my head rotates 180 degrees Facing the opposite way of my knees (fu*k) Then I just start saying these things! You've been a fairy, you're Ben and Jerry's My sh*t is scary, Pet Cemetery (Feel me) b*tch compare me to a shotgun that's stocked up with incendiaries I'm an animal with giant balls, a tiger paw and a lion's jaw When I come across a real goat, I apologize then I wipe it off (Haha) b*tch ni**a drop a diss joint, and I'm on your ass likе hemorrhoids (ni**a) Get ran over whеn I jump the curb in a Land Rover, that's ten points My old hoes call me Jabba the Hutt (Why?) 'Cause I chained all of 'em up "Surviving G-Mo Skee", premiering on HBO I'll be dogging a s*ut Thanos with his palm in the glove Rap careers get dissolved into dust Inf boys only speak money, you's a in-voice if you're talking to us Y'all ni**as sound awful to us Your mixtape's a blue waffle to us Make sure the door on your party is shut We coming through to fu*k all of it up! [Chorus: G-Mo Skee] ni**as running wild (We gon' fu*k it up!) If we come to town (We gon' fu*k it up!) In the underground (We gon' fu*k it up!) We gon' fu*k it up, we gon' fu*k it up! The local scene (We gon' fu*k it up!) Even overseas (We gon' fu*k it up!) Your b*tch ovaries (We gon' fu*k it up!) We gon' fu*k it up, we gon' fu*k it up! [Verse 2: Trizz] If they throw a party and we not invited (What you gon' do ni**a?) We gon' fu*k it up Walk in like "what the fu*k is up?" Talk sh*t and we gon' fu*k you up (Straight up) High as fu*k going blunt for blunt You wanna stunt with us? Then don't run with us I told these ni**as not to fu*k with us Now they broke as fu*k and they ain't touching us I don't be talking that su*ka stuff You better come correct if you come for us ni**a Something tucked just to comfort us (Ayy) Some protection is a fu*king must (Yeah) I ain't been home in some fu*king months And I don't know what I'm doing 'cause I'm drunk as fu*k Backstage with a fu*king s*ut I think I want to fu*k (Yeah) Now we're riding round in a fu*king truck I'm swerving with my fingers up her bu*t Damn I can't wait to get up in them guts (Yeah) Bust me a nut 'cause I don't give a fu*k Don't be a chump, we don't want them with us (Damn) If you broke, you can't roll with us, smoke one with us (Straight up) It's all, accept you're not one of us I'll die before I let a ni**a dome one of us I done been quiet now I'm fu*king loud (Yeah) I didn't calm down now I'm fu*king wild I'm a a**hole and I'm fu*king proud And I'm still bringing out a fu*king crowd (Yeah) It's going up and I'm fu*king down (Straight up) Right here, right fu*king now (Yeah) I ain't here for the fu*king smiles If you fu*k around you gon' fu*king drown [Chorus: G-Mo Skee] ni**as running wild (We gon' fu*k it up!) If we come to town (We gon' fu*k it up!) In the underground (We gon' fu*k it up!) We gon' fu*k it up, we gon' fu*k it up! The local scene (We gon' fu*k it up!) Even overseas (We gon' fu*k it up!) Your b*tch ovaries (We gon' fu*k it up!) We gon' fu*k it up, we gon' fu*k it up! [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I am not dead like a lot said Rest in peace to the Philly Hip-Hop-Head This is blocked red with the shot leads Dedicated to keeping the opps fed Where the cops dread (Wide) They know that so much blood got shed (Died) 'Cause you make gang ni**as drop bread (Riot) If you ain't hooping or rapping or praying to Mecca like Ahmed (Bide) Damn boss, me and Travis rich like Mortimer and Randolph I laugh way weird, Jack Napier with a fat gray beard, the black Gandalf Never slim gouda in this pay Femme shooter, never a minute mane Into her like a Ginsu, the nookie intruder, ni**a Dennis Quaid A durn virtue and learned first who can rap ni**a Stern curse you, I'ma burn circles 'til you turn purple, gnap ni**a Mo and Tech with a killer song In that ass like some b*tch's filler thong If you peel up on me and Zilla wrong You'll be floating dead up in your Billabong N9na be closer, bringing hell to thugs I'm spittin' leaving them frozen 'til they melt to muds To me Kristoff is a bit soft so I'm guessing you've gots to be Elsa, 'Bub So go on with your naggin' ass crew Mad I'm wit' ya b*tch and we're havin' katsu Keep on wolfing I'ma send her, then you're gagging ragu Gettin' raped by the girl with the dragon tattoo [Chorus: G-Mo Skee] ni**as running wild (We gon' fu*k it up!) If we come to town (We gon' fu*k it up!) In the underground (We gon' fu*k it up!) We gon' fu*k it up, we gon' fu*k it up! The local scene (We gon' fu*k it up!) Even overseas (We gon' fu*k it up!) Your b*tch ovaries (We gon' fu*k it up!) We gon' fu*k it up, we gon' fu*k it up!