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g-mo skee - ocarina of crime lyrics

[verse 1: g-mo skee]
i use to be a small fry
now i want the whole world b-tch it’s all mine
n-ggas getting robbed blind (gimme that)
catch you in the wrong place at the wrong time
add you to my shrine of murders and unsolved crimes (filth)
let me show you what enough lighter fluid does
3rd degree burns, you lookin’ like freddy kruger’s nuts
my last enemy f-cked his whole future up
i raped his wife and threw the sl-t in front of a moving truck
i’m the demon that the west coast sp-wn
east bay h-ll-raiser n-ggas getting rolled on (skiiirt)
i run inside your headquarters throw a smoke bomb and when the smoke clears up you’ll be missing both arms
i sense fear and you n-ggas smell threatened (p-ssies)
hip-hop is dead because i murdered twelve legends
i got rap money to buy top-shelf weapons
i use them to behead the double x-l freshmen

[chorus]
i tell you n-ggas straight like this, it’s time for me to take ya’ll sh-t
i’m finna pocket check the game, the jewelry that hang on your wrists, your f-cking chain by the way nice kicks
now give me every f-cking thing and all you d-ck faces finna die when my inf gang n-ggas ride (inf gang n-ggas ride)
i’ll make you worst nightmares come alive when i play the ocarina of crime

[verse 2: g-mo skee]
i’m finna k!ll you n-ggas but look on the bright side
at least you got to meet g-mo skee in your lifetime
when i drive-by everything alive dies like the grim reaper gave all you n-ggas high fives (n-gga lay down)
you artists claiming you making gwap but i know you working at the burger join everyday with pop (mickey d’s)
i’ll come spray the shop leave a f-cking waiter shot and start a k!lling spree with a mouth full of tater tots
it’s s-xual -ssault when i wreck mics rip off the top, use this sh-t as a fleshlight
the possessed type with a double edge knife finna put your -ss on the best gore website
you n-ggas weak as f-ck you couldn’t compete with us if you drank half a bottle of micheal jordan’s secret stuff
you in the box with the pizza crusts call me he who should not be named because my name shouldn’t be discussed

[verse 3: g-mo skee]
once again it’s the return of the furry hat
your b-tch said she needs another -rg-sm, i should hurry back
another dirty rap to make your -ss wanna push charges, you can get your lawyers and attorneys clapped
the whole god d-mn environment sucks
you little n-ggas still hyping up shia labeouf
the rap game is softer than a pile of guts
i’ll punch you dead in ya jaw and wire it shut
and all that lil yachty sh-t is g-y
f-ck the mainstream charlemagne give me donkey of the day
i’m the n-gga all the disc jockeys wouldn’t play beacuse we keep it real vulgar and raunchy in the bay
run when i pull up to your city in the death star knocking over builds like reptar
ya’ll ain’t expect me to progress far but now all my money longer than all the legend of zelda quests are

[outro/skit]

- g mo skee lyrics

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