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g-mo skee - pull his resume (violent j diss) lyrics

[intro: g-mo skee]
g-mo!
message:

[verse]
i’m finna give you a reason to have a real vendetta now
tell the truth, violent j, you still ridin’ with pedophiles
whoever decided to appoint you as the head of clowns
must have been smokin’ the fattest crack rocks on 7 mile
cause he doin’ sh-t to make his own team suffer
and i know a secret, he g-y as adam levine’s brother
haunted in his dreams, when he’s underneath covers
by the big bad man, young wicked, the niece f-cker
get off his d-ck, you lookin’ like a tree hugger
you and jump steady h-lla petty, y’all should be lovers
turn the other cheeks and pucker your lips up
to kiss tech n9ne’s -ss again, you a b-tch bruh
you think you can diss whoever you want?
now this track is on repeat and n-gg-s lettin’ it b-mp
ain’t you the dude slim shady beheaded and snuffed?
and now you droppin’ disses directed at us?

[hook]
i’m finna pull his resume
i heard all the sh-t you said today
now i gotta take your breath away
b-tch i’m finna pull your resume
boy you must be shootin speacial k
f-ckin with g-mo, n-gg- let it spray
ima pull his resume
this n-gg- violent j extra g-y
the honey badger’s off his leash, let him play
ima pull his resume
i understand, let him hate
he was heavy in the game now he’s featherweight
ima pull his resume

[verse]
what type of n-gg- use a record deal to bait hoes?
signing sk-nks in face paint like blahzay roze
wearing the same draws, for 10 straight shows
mars f-cked your b-tch now you p-ssed, n-gg- case closed
why you talkin sh-t, like you undefeatable?
you the worst lyricist to ever f-ckin see a booth
dissin whitney peyton but whitney peyton would ether you
you don’t want p-ssy b-tch you playing g-y peek-a-boo
now go get a ice pack this sh-t is finna burn
a little birdie told me some sh-t, that made a n-gg- squirm
he helped you find some zannies and you tried to lick his worm
you a g-y b-tch violent j, the sh-t has been confirmed
and that’s straight, if you’re g-y, it’s okay joe
but never beg to suck a man’s d-ck after he say no
you f-ckin lame-o
shove the juggalo march up your -ss and go follow a rainbow

[outro]
yeah!
ayo who the f-ck is this old -ss n-gg-?
you old dusty -ss buster!
blow the dust bunnies off this old n-gg- brah
muhf-cka stupid!
didn’t you just get your -ss beat by tech n9ne?
n-gg-, you be gettin your -ss beat
first it was eminem, now it’s tech n9ne..
who finna f-ck you up next n-gg-?
quit running your mouth b-tch
g-mo! inf gang!

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