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g-mo skee - front seat lyrics

[chorus]
you n-ggas want to witness the filth? well i’mma really take you with me to k!ll
(now get in the front seat)
oh you think the sh-t i’m spitting is ill? well wait til i slit the sh-t, and it spills
(while you in the front seat)
it’s too late to try to get me to chill, matter of fact n-gga give me the drill
(that sh-t’s in the front seat)
i’mma show you how s-d-stic it feel, and gets gritty when rich-city gets real
(and you in the front seat)

[verse 1]
yo, dim the lights a bit
motherf-ckers know what time it is
i’m conducting experiments, an unlicensed scientist
knife sharp enough to fight a f-cking leviathan
wait for my patient’s last breath then i siphoned it
liquid nitrogen, in a ten gallon pot
freeze a n-gga’s face then slam it on a countertop
you want shock rap? this is ten-thousand watts
b-tch i’m on stage giving g.g. allin props
they calling me a chauvinistic m-s-ch-st
i tell them i’m an entrepreneur-slash-philanthropist
now watch me perform surgery on an acid trip
causing accidents replacing organs with random sh-t
the african honey badger is ravenous
slashing a b-tch’s abdomen then wrap it in bandages
coast-to-cast, motherf-ckers are vanishing
now they’re the filth factory sacrificial inhabitants

[chorus]

[verse 2]
all you see is bloodshed when i drop a rhyme
my rap book look like the necronomicon
when i open it ghosts come from behind the lines
all the souls from the foes i lyrically sodomized
i was my momma’s little disaster
i’m sitting in a u-haul truck getting plastered
this sh-t is packed to the limit full of pastors
and i’m fin’na dump it in a chemical reactor (splash!)
b-tch i’m about to blow with insane raps
you and your crew can get a live grenade and play catch
i told n0be(?) he can put the twelve-gauge back
i’m old-school, i’d rather strap a b-tch to the train tracks
two lesbians, mary-anne and lisa
say good-bye, one of them died from anesthesia
you call it a dead body, i call it an easy f-ck
i’m dr. evil with his motherf-cking pinkies up!

[chorus]

[verse 3]
decomposing bodies got ’em sitting criss-crossed style
st-tches on they face so i can make ’em all smile
tongues removed, with the eyeb-lls gouged
you can smell the release of enzymes and compounds
stand aside, you fin’na see a master mind
make a masterpiece out of broken bones and shattered spines
strategize on how to make ’em agonize
fantasize about snuff p-rn until the camera died
you n-ggas better beware of a sick f-ck
i’m cutting of silicone t-tties like nip tuck
this sl-t wanted implants but i was p-ss drunk
f-cked around and got my syringe stuck in the b-tch b-tt
n-ggas end up in a full body cast
put ’em on a trolley then push ’em down the lobby fast
it’s time to operate, where’s my hockey mask
now i’m eating guts for lunch in a salami bag

[chorus]

[skit:]
[white b-tch crying] why am i even here any more? i don’t wanna live any more…
[gunshot]
whoa! oh, sh-t! yo!
this white b-tch just blew her brains out, cuz!
bro this sh-t cannot be happening, dog…
(chaly: yo the factory is wild)
[filthy wonka: laughing manically]
i thought this is what y’all n-ggas wanted? i thought you wanted to see the filth, n-gga! you can’t handle the filth? now who wants to go home? you want to go home, chaly? you want to go home?
[chaly] i-i mean, well, i … i on’-
[filthy wonka] well that’s too bad! you’re in this sh-t now, boy! there’s no turning back!
(cue: midget army skit)

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