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g-mo skee – die in the worst fashion (funk volume dfuob 2013) lyrics

[intro: g-mo skee]
yeah
ay it’s g-mo skee
representing the f-cking inf gang, man
and i just wanna say f-ck everybody
i just want everybody to die, n-gga
and that’s coming from the motherf-cking heart
i just wanna see you motherf-ckers die, n-gga
b-tch

[verse 1: g-mo skee]
the african honey badger doesn’t give a sh-t
i’ll throw you off a roof and pray to god you hit a fence
it’s finna to get intense
thirty two bars of death that i could use to remove your livers with
b-tch, 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-t is unspoke
i’m cutthroat
i’ll rip out your lower intestines and force your b-tch to play a game of jumprope
then split another wig
he caught a ninja star to the eye like that lil’ muhf-cka b-tters 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-cking ex-girlfriend, jasmine
i just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
to the political parties and church m-sses
i just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
to any motherf-cker rapping with a p-ssion
i just wanna see you die in the worst fashion

[verse 2: g-mo skee]
i’ve been to h-ll and back
got kicked out for selling crack
and tried to k!ll the devil with an angelic axe
i’m preparing raps to blow your f-cking soul to bits
n-ggas 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-cking tongue-kiss a piranha
i got a joke for you dumb f-cks:
“what do you call two religious b-tches 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-cking pope resign
you n-ggas non-violent
i’ll set your house on fire and give your entire f-cking family bronchitis
i got bodybags of all sizes
so i think all you f-ggot–ss rappers need to fall silent

[outro: g-mo skee]
f-ck y’all
f-cking die, b-tch
eat sh-t and die, b-tch
f-ck you

- g mo skee lyrics

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