how to gag a maggot - fuck with us lyrics
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (b+tch)
[verse 1: g+mo skee]
(uh, look, listen)
let me tell you a little something about a n+gga named mo (n+gga named mo)
when haters open they mouth i take a sh+t in they throat (take a sh+t in they throat)
sick and i’m gross, despicable your b+tch getting groped (come here b+tch)
tie up her tits with a rope and crack a whip on that hoe
i sit and i poach, hunting who you consider a goat (rip that)
rip the skin from his bones then i make ridiculous coats (build)
if you diss jimmy donn then you dissing us both (sick f+cks)
turn your whole clique into ghosts all them n+ggas’ll float
i send ’em to the astral plane, we don’t rap the same (naw)
cause i spit acid rain, you just need to slash a vein (k!ll yo’self n+gga)
keep chasing dragons, yo ass’ll never catch a flame
pass the gasoline i’ma strike a f+cking match and bang (bang)
now your flesh burnt, i’m just looking at it hang (bang)
from all the charred black remains, b+tch i laugh at pain (hahahaha)
another rapper slain in the coffin wrapped in chains (yes, yeah)
packed the weed next to his homeboys in a massive grave
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us (yeah)
[verse 2: grewsum]
this ain’t at all safe, i’m quick to lock a b+tch in a crippler crossface
d+ck in your mom’s face, as stiff as a long rake
quit p+ssing me off, i’m sick and it’s been a long day
the differences between me and the sh+t that you all play
can be measured by the pounds of the flesh in my crawlsp+ce
cannibalism ain’t even half of the vision
i’m f+cking passionate when it comes to me stabbing a victim
you want this damage i’m giving then simply ask and you’ll get it
i don’t get mad, i get livid, get down to handling business
this ain’t no path to forgiveness for me i have to accept it
i’m ’bout the madness, the method, the death, the slashes, the stitches
the habitat that i live in isn’t the type you can fix up
it’s just us and the citizens of the sick f+cks
what would you do without crewing this crew around?
f+ck with us you can bet that it’ll get stupid now
we gonna shoot your house
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
[verse 3: bukshot]
most overlooked, most underrated
often underutilized and these b+tches hate it
often hear ’em say (how the f+ck he make it?)
never had a clue, i had they baby mama naked
starring in a family drama like star wars
to watch you motherf+ckers fold like cardboard
putting holes in ’em looking like a dartboard
full of humor and your death call me star lord
see these f+ckboys in the game i’m next to
you might spit bars but i don’t respect you
b+tches flip+flop like a fish on the beach
claiming alpha dog, but i can see your leash (i can see your leash)
never been loyal cause you don’t give a f+ck
you’d even suck another rappers d+ck to make a buck
got the attitude that none of us can touch you
but just watch, when the moment’s right i’ll crush you
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us (aww mommy!)
[verse 4: jimmy donn]
mommy, can i go out and k!ll tonight?
dip this in formaldehyde, nope i’ve never been this high (woo)
nothing like pesticides and raid in my cartridges
sh+t’s like jacobs ladder rip through flesh, fat and cartilage (brrra)
blast you into particles, a whole new wicked carnival (woo) of cannibals and carnivores, sick f+cks and the art of war (yeah)
majik ninjas, vampires and kung fu (waah)
get that bruce lee treatment every time that you come through (woo)
and you know it’s still sicf+x till the clip bust
we got the brotha lynch hung tools ready to rip guts (grr)
glock 17 hiccups every time it gets picked up
this isn’t a stick+up a body bag’s getting zipped up (woo)
online talking tough but quickly turn to crickets (haha)
they already know we’re wicked and sickness knows no distance
for instance, talk sh+t watch how quick you get touched
we’re the graveduggers (graveduggers), and you don’t wanna f+ck with us
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us
[verse 5: kung fu vampire]
f+ck, from an awful carnal knowledge
fornication under consent of the king while you l!cking polish
it is flawless
get on your knees and kiss my ring, suck my d+ck and holler
chicken marsala in the back seat of a ’66 impala
i got the itch, i’m k!lling a b+tch, i’m willing to switch
blade engage razor blades filling the days
you don’t wanna f+ck with us, if you do, now you lose
probably end in cement shoes, now you got that twin city blues
can’t n0body come save ya, no i ain’t your savior
you are just a failure, a fading memory
no friend of me unless you jimmy d
snitches get anxiety
global sick f+cks no bribery, don’t idle me (don’t idle me)
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us
[verse 6: codyne cobain]
i’m always tripping my n+gga, no need for introduction (introduction)
rolling blunts and putting bumps into raps like it was nothing (it was nothing)
if sleep’s the brother of death than i’m a distant cousin (distant cousin)
i’m all zooted on fake xannies and robitussins
g+mo skee, king gordy rolling with sicf+x (sicf+x)
walk into your wake like i’m just trying to get my d+ck sucked (d+ck sucked)
bad bitties with big titties who got they nips tucked (agh, agh)
being gritty in sin city tying your b+tch up (tying your b+tch up, agh, agh)
i might pull up to where you lay at night
rap verses and paint your wife snorting perkys and popping vics
i+i got an appetite, you be my kryptonite
i just wanna hit it from the back while you pillow bite (cha, cha, cha, pillow bite)
they cannot f+ck with us from the rough of us (rough of us)
lines to the head now they calling me snuffleupagus
they won’t get buck with us, can’t get enough of us (enough of us)
all up on my d+ck shawty ain’t no need to smother us (ain’t no need to smother us)
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us (yeah)
[verse 7: just jeremy]
you get k!lled for a profit (ha)
tell them haters try and stop it (shh)
taking dabs of that rosin them boys rhymes is a problem (yeah)
and my revolver gon’ solve ’em (pah)
see the flash when i shot ’em
left his body at the bottom
put his on everyone around ’em (you know)
my k!ller moving in silence (you know)
come equipped for the violence so tell that p+ssy come try me
i leave you attached to an iv
my amigos supply me, no them birds they don’t fly free
get ’em sh+t for a flat fee, you need that read then get at me
if you acting we clapping, duct+taping plastic so tragic
you silly rabbit can’t have it
my dogs got rabies, they ravage
come for yo cabbage they savage
due to damage advantage (ha)
carpel sick from tongue acid and put yo ass in a casket (nope)
until you gagging a maggot (yeah)
blow more smoke than a dragon (yeah)
light it, puff it, and pass it, mouth get numb when you taste it
you can taste it, i laced it
paste in the base of your hatred
lost in the maze of the matrix
and sacrificed to the sacred (to the sacred)
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us (yeah)
[verse 8: kid suda]
and like a big b+tches period we flow so heavily
sicf+x on fire like the bronx in the 70s
don’t f+ck with the recipe, steady wrecking beats
while we checking ch+nks do not mess with these
first class outcast running through the streets
yeah that feeling from these trees brings out the best in me
and you best believe i’ll leave your ma shredded like some cheddar cheese
if you step then you best know that it’s finna be rest in peace
even better please drop down to your knees
you can gargle on nuts and choke on these swinging ds
got the swisher, run up and fill it with the og
get a l!ck and own up then pass yo girl to the team
know what i mean, how long you think you gonna keep ducking cuts?
cause that idea to me just seems so f+cking nuts
because eventually you’re gonna be caught the f+ck up
cl!ck+clack rack back, you don’t wanna f+ck with us
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us
[verse 9: kingpin]
pump the shotgun (chk chk)
you don’t really want none in broad day i’ll walk up to you drop you with that bop gun (bop)
your squad will get mopped up
guilty by association (yeah)
quads will get rocked up
chemistry and provocation (ooh)
yolonation, cocaina feel the bank that broad is banging (yeah)
i’ma get her number though
hit her line and f+ck her later (haha)
you can have my autograph cause i am your favorite rapper (uh huh)
if you’ve never heard of me, youtube me, you’ll love me later (yeah)
fam (yo), y’all ain’t got sh+t on me (uh uh)
mr. pin on the block i’m the king in these streets (yeah)
see it for yourself, hit the hood and even peep (agh)
better people than you sitting at my feet gone (bye)
cut your crib in half, you a punk (punk+ass)
i really will do it i must (yeah)
got that ar+15 in the trunk (in the trunk)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (kingpin)
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us
[verse 10: tripp]
listen, i’ma keep it f+cking real with ya
the last thing you ever want is us to deal with ya
come to your house, high on acid and huffing gas
they done a couple sheets of plastic then snuffed yo ass
nice and simple, zip ties and a pistol
all professional, clean+cut and all official
keep it civil, you probably won’t feel a thing
naw f+ck that cause we about to bring the pain
[verse 11: boondox]
kick in the door, run up in your crib blasting
break two your f+cking t++th b+tch and i’m dancing
boot+stomping till you’re coughing up plasma
with every sharp object in the kitchen i’ll stab ya
catching trails off the blood spray i’m tripping
jackson pollock on the carpet from the sh+t dripping
p+ssing on your dying ass limbs still jerking
then watch me cut ’em off while your eyes still working
[chorus: king gordy]
uh, we gonna shoot your house up (shoot your house)
and you don’t wanna f+ck with (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
we smoke big og blunts (big og blunts, aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (f+ck with us)
k!lling all y’all is a must (aye)
you don’t wanna f+ck with us (you don’t wanna f+ck with us)
so i advise you shut the f+ck up (guess why, b+tch)
cause you don’t wanna f+ck with us (yeah)
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