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sketch the bottom feeder - go out ft. g-mo skee lyrics

(sketch)
ight g-mo
y’all can call me the white deebo the way i disconnect and hack rebecca black’s neck in half
and i’m with the black jason vorhees
what the f-ck? there’s barely any c-ke in these blunts you think you can lace ‘em more please?
i’m rougher than an asian wh-r-’s knees
when i shove my tongue down your girl’s throat, she’s tastin’ 40’s
i fall in love with every chick that sucks and f-cks
i raped a twenty-dollar hooker and gave her a hundred bucks
it’s safe to say i lost an investment, i’m a boss but i’m dressed in rags
rockin’ the opposite of a tux
i’m goin’ through sh-t, f-ck a positive message
i’m cold and ruthless, i hope my music causes depression
my pistol’s on my temple but i’m scared to fire
when i’m gettin’ head i pinch my nipples with a pair of plyers
i wear a wire, i’m snitchin’ on my own crew
to stay outta jail, there’s nothin’ i won’t do
i’ll take a rich rapper’s wife, and b-tch slap her twice
c-m inside her and k!ll her, give her kids afterlife

(hook)
i’d k!ll wh-r- i spot on the billboard
top hundred/hunter?, but if i got it without k!llin’ i’m not wanted
havin’ a loud moth in this rap sh-t, you could get shot from it (x2)
(my n-gg- that’s the way i go out)
(no doubt)

(g-mo skee)
in school, i was the stupidest
sh-t, the smartest thing i did was hogtie the student, they all died in unison
if your b-tch don’t wanna get stalked by a hooligan
tell her to stop wearin’ the small tights and bloomers then
they call me two-face for cuttin’ off a dude’s face
and strappin’ it on my head, like a mask with a shoelace
robbed wells fargo, and the wa.mu. bank
and held amanda knox hostage and k!lled her roommate
it’s too late to get a job, i chose the dark side
every customer has to be an -sshole or smart guy
at the grocery store, where i work part-time
i’ll put a grenade in your cart and watch your body parts fly
on an icy road i’ll let the f-ckin’ car slide
collide with a yellow bus, and watch all the r-t-rds die
i push a hard line
when the told me only i could prevent forest fires, i tried to start five

(hook x2)

(sketch)
just as soon as i walk in the door, i try to pick a chick
that looks like she’ll lick a d-ck, quick to stick my c-ck in a wh-r-
i once told a hooker i’m in love with her fine -ss
now i sip on some of her blood in a wine gl-ss nightly
i might be a slightly r-t-rded chingus
off the wall, got the softest b-lls, but the hardest p-n-s
i eat all the drugs when the pigs come
then next thing i’m higher than if i was sittin’ on a see-saw with big pun
i got some flowers i can send your lady after i stash her cadaver where it belongs, with brenda’s baby
it’s surprisin’ to hear me spit
i’ll leave all of you p-ss-es bleedin’ like when women are synchronizin’ their period
f-ck the swag sh-t, my rap style’s dirty
i’ll take a shot of vodka and chase it with wild turkey
i belong in a straitjacket
i went to prison once, i raped a dude then i k!lled myself ‘cause i hate f-ggots

(hook x2)

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