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g-mo skee – front page lyrics

[intro]
k!ll them all
brrrat, haha

[verse 1]
everyday i wake up, raise my head from my slumber
then i daydream while i sit in bed and i wonder
how to turn the human population to a f-ckin’ negative number
then i open then web and recover
recover whatever blade, never givin’ a f-ck
put my hat on then leave with an adrenaline rush
now i’m approachin’ someones house and i’m foamin’ from the mouth
goin’ in for the k!ll, so n-bodies goin’ out
kick the door down, ruptured the wall
k!lled the people living there and smothered the dog
prop the bodies up and covered them all
then put “flith” at the top so the cops know who’s f-ckin’ involved

[chorus]
now before you let your day begin
tell ’em all it’s not safe again
feels like the wall’s caving in
because i’m on the front page again
feel the gooseb-mps as they raise your skin
sh-t is finna get insane again
because i’m on the front page again
mommy, he’s on the front page again

[verse 2]
i’m walking through the woods at a fast pace, searching
for camper i can torture, when i catch him, sh-t is curtains
tied his sleeping bag closed, hang him, then i burn him
over a camp fire and stab him right in his sternum
whoever speaking of stopping me, i’ma touch
i’m never taking a break, i’m constantly on a hunt
while you in the cut trying to p-ss, i’m inside of your tent
might as well say “goodbye” to your b-tch
i caught a victim that i wanted to dismantle
but i decided to keep him alive as an example
so i stabbed him, dragged him back to the cabin
strapped him into a chair with barbed wire and gagged him
[?] the camera, and remember
i’ma drug this n-gg- up so i can cut out his liver
and then pose for the picture with the blood stains on me
say “cheese”, it’s time to make the front page, brody

[verse 3]
ain’t sh-t to fear but fear itself
i’m unseen, k!ll a queer in stealth
make it look like he k!lled hisself, chinese knock out
choke him with a belt until his f-ckin’ eyes pop out
walk out without somebody seeing me
and if they do see me, i’ll stab ’em repeatedly
and i don’t seem to be suffering from writer’s block like you other writers do
a million ways to k!ll, and that’s what i meant to do
all you b-tches can die, like 2012
you don’t get to decide, you gettin’ sent to h-ll
this ain’t hip-hop, it’s g-mo rap
you gon’ f-ck around and get your favorite hero clapped
got filth, don’t speak on that
i’ll cut your f-ckin’ stomach open then feast on that
now quit irking me, i’m currently thinkin’ about a murder spree
and how to get away with it perfectly
(i’m on the front page, n-gg-)

- g mo skee lyrics

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