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g-mo skee – mad hatter lyrics

yeah
‘ey-yo it’s g-mo skee
and when i see you guppy–ss n-ggas in the streets biting my motherf-cking style
i’mma go upside your sh-t, n-gga
take my motherf-cking hat off
b-tch, listen

[verse 1]
i guess i’m a pioneer
’cause none of y’all cats was wearing these motherf-cking fur hats this time of year
i think it’s kind of weird
y’all wasn’t drowning b-tches in a tub on a track until i appeared (filth!)
i’m the n-gga with the t-rex c-ck
y’all fin’na get this work like a sweat shop
you thought you could take the filth and get away with it
you a renegade ho, you must think i’m play-pimping
where my n-gga mike winegar at?
tell him that these rappers tried to steal my signature hat
a motherf-cking gamecube is spinning, dispatch
and hit a n-gga on stage while he’s spitting his raps (sit yo -ss down)
you ain’t real you a falsified copy
b-tch, my machete got twenty-five body
i ride around doing f-cking drive-by stabbings
when i see these n-ggas wearing my hat in traffic, it’s bad

[chorus]
i’mma tell the truth, boy i’m p-ssed off
i’m sitting in the booth with my fist balled
i swear to god, it’s making my skin crawl
all i see is g-mo rip-offs!
i came in the game put my name on the map
from the cradle to the grave, spitting flame on the track
you biting my style ’cause you know the sh-t is phat
b-tch n-gga stop wearing my hat! (stop wearing my hat!)
n-gga stop wearing my hat!
b-tch n-gga stop my wearing my hat! (stop wearing my hat!)
n-gga stop wearing my hat!
b-tch n-gga stop my wearing my hat! (stop wearing my hat!)
i came in the game put my name on the map
from the cradle to the grave, spitting flame on the track
you biting my style ’cause you know the sh-t is phat
b-tch n-gga stop wearing my hat! (ahhh!)

[verse 2]
g-mo skee got his player’s degree
and he fin’na do it big for the haters to see
who you n-ggas trying to impress by taking from me?
your f-cking hat looking wack, h-lla faded and cheap
i been ripping sh-t from here to afghanistan
before you picked up a mic, before you had a plan
yo this is a f-cking travel ban
if you wearing my hat, f-ck that, we gotta battle, man
i wasn’t even tripping at first but now i’m triggered
i see ’em on the internet taking a thousand pictures
you need to take your -ss to urban outfitters
find the f-cking hat section and figure it out, n-gga
if the world don’t give you and your buddies cancer
i’mma k!ll you motherf-ckers with a bl–dy dagger
get a face-lift, all y’all some ugly b-st-rds
eat a d-ck, sincerely the honey badger

[chorus]

and there you have it… g-mo… 2018… stop biting my sh-t…
magic ninja…
inf gang…
yo momma…
hah

[skit:]
[chaly] yo, g-mo cuz, i wear your hats all the time i didn’t know it was a problem, bruh

[filthy wonka] oh-h. but chaly my boy, it is perfectly normal for you to wear the hat. you see, the filth is for you and me. it is not for them and those. keep wearing your hat, chaly, and keep spreading the filth
but if you see one of these cornball fresh n-ggas on the streets wearing it, sn-tch that sh-t off his head

[chaly] a-aight, i feel you bruh

[filthy wonka] now everybody get the f-ck off the boat. we just pulled up to ghost town. fin’na show you n-ggas what it’s like to walk through richmond. take them motherf-cking fitted-caps off, and don’t make eye contact. matter of fact, one of you little n-ggas ain’t even gonna make it

[guy] h-ll no. i’m not going through there, i heard about richmond, i’m not, nope

[filthy wonka] shut up! get’cho -ss off the boat

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