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g-mo skee - grouch lyrics

(verse 1)
yo
i swear to god the whole world sucks -ss
but i gotta live here so i be wakin’ up mad
scratch my nut sack and crawl outta bed with a head full of dreads
and p-ssy juice on my moustache
i eat my bowl of cereal with a straight face
sp-cin’ out, thinkin ’bout how much i hate drake
i hate main stream artists ’cause i don’t make they money they make
it makes me wanna throw dishes and break plates
flip tables and fling chairs, stare in the mirror and cuss people out who ain’t there, it ain’t fair
tell ’em to say prayers
’cause i was sent here to rape squares who use auto-tune and g-y snares
i take my time makin’ somethin’ creative while they buy ghost writers with a couple of payments
still i’m the most underrated slash under-appreciated and that’s a understatement

(chorus)
b-tch i woke up mad
every mornin’ i peel back the covers and i want the whole f-ckin’ world to suffer
because i woke up mad
don’t ask me how i’m doin’, get ya -ss on or you gon’ be the first person i flash on
b-tch i woke up mad
n-gga stay the f-ck out of my face or you could put a cap on the rest of the day
when i wake up mad
that’s why i’m on the internet talking so much trash, the whole world sucks -ss
b-tch i woke up mad!

(verse 2)
who the f-ck i gotta k!ll to get a million views?
i’ll drown his -ss face down in a swimming pool
my friend just invited me to get some food
g-mo you wanna go to the… no, i ain’t in the mood
my whole life i try to do what’s right and got sh-tted on so now i’m too uptight
if i saw you hanging above a pit full of spikes i’d scream ‘give me your hand i’ll help you up, psyche!’ (noooo…)
and watch you fall to your funny -ss death
and i couldn’t really give a f-ck less
this mornin’ i’m upset, n-ggas gettin’ gut-checked
ain’t no more nugs left, i ain’t smoked a blunt yet
i’m ready to have a fit, i can’t find happiness
the world can open up a sink hole and suck an intergalactic d-ck
i jumped in the booth and i had to vent
self-control, i never practice it

(verse 3)
yo
i got paid but i’m still heavily stressin’
n-ggas got me f-cked up from every direction
never gave a f-ck ’bout a presidential election
every president can die from a deadly infection
and every show these hoes keep getting faker
tryin’ to meet twiztid by doin’ s-xual favors
i know that behavior, she wants me to save her
but f-ck that, hit the b-tch with the death laser
i don’t give a f-ck about the pain i keep causin’
i’m cussin’ mothaf-cka’s out while i’m sleepwalkin’
i don’t drink often, ’cause i take a few shots then i’m turnin’ into stone cold steve austin
i tee off and break your nose in the process
a f-ckin’ midget with a napoleon complex
i threw a tantrum this mornin’ before i got dressed
cooked some meth and blew up the projects

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