J.C. the Cancer - Depression ft. G-Mo Skee lyrics

(Hook: Deloosion) Raw with a message When you listen to my music, I truly hope it causes depression And suicidal thoughts, co*king the Wesson Give a kiss to all of your weapons, drop a pedestrian (x2) (G-Mo Skee) Yeah, G-Mo. Yo I hope my music makes you wanna take a ton of acid Get a** naked and run into oncoming traffic Your wife wants to become an actress So I gave her plastic surgery, the operation was disastrous! Inf Gang, we shoot p**n inside vans with b**hes so fat, we gotta use a wide lense I drive a car that somebody died in At the drive in, but I still bought it for five bands I like to bang ‘till the ovaries hang, and keep goin' Even though I know she's in pain I rose from the grave, a zombie shootin' dope in my vein Pissed off ‘cause at my funeral, nobody came f** it! I'm bustin' nuts ‘till your momma is pregnant Her titties lactatin', her esophagus stretches f** goin' platinum, this is not a profession Don't listen to my music, it causes depression (Hook x2) (Sketch) I'm the wickedest from Houston I'm spittin' sh** as sick as it comes Ridiculous puns with the flick of this tongue Speakin' a talk is sorta like lickin' a c*nt Except I use a fork and knife when I'm eatin' a twat The way I feast on you pussies I'd even dine on a vagina if it was leakin' a lot of yeast and was bushy This is a fair warnin': if ya step outta line I'll make your family feel like they just woke up when their mournin' My eyes are red I'm lookin' like a demon in hell Cause I'm buzzin' off of nic Like Kenan and Kel I stay fiendin' an L, I scream and I yell I drank some promethazine but instead of leanin', I fell I'm never flippin' birds or turnin' feathers But these narcotics get my car spotted by units with German shepherds After slayin' your men, ima chop ‘em in sections I'll say it again: I hope my music causes depression (Hook x2) (J.C. the Cancer) When you hear the track smack you duckin' like Mayweather The gays fly away like birds of the same feather The predators prey, on pussies with fake leather With some Kate Jenner dressing I'm hoping they taste better I got a pair of balls humungous you can't measure You're gonna fall like Building 7, the Trade Center I say whatever I want and rape nuns Make fun of crippled people f** it I'm evil it's an innate pleasure! I'm Jeffy Apples in the special olympics And I'm going for the medal to win it I'm here to settle some business That's not a speech-impediment is it? ‘Cause when blood comes out my mouth it's like tourettes on you b**hes f**, c*nt, sh**, piss sh** I wish some little kids will hear this and slit their wrist Man I hope my music causes depression, sh** my jaw is a weapon Deloosion take your time you taught ‘em a lesson (Hook x2) (Deloosion) I hope this is motivation for a terrorist attack So you n***as can go on Facebook and act like you care about that crap You can't be serious, that's ridiculous Your fans are calling you a hypocrite, laughing at your hilarious act I'm Deloosion, and I don't sneak diss or throw low blows So if you got offended by my last scheme then so bro Thrashklan, shoot p**n in low-lows with midgets so little we filmed a threesome with a Gopro I hate you f*ggots, but I stay collabin' on Satan's gravel to get my motherf**in' name established You wanna catch my fade or battle? Now I'm shoot this ugly n***a in his face and watch when they skedaddle They don't want TK on MTV, ‘cause these demonic entities will immediately make you change the channel I could be a great example of your favorite rapper But I'm depressed, so I slit my wrist and play piano (Hook x2)