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letra de 8 bit filth - g-mo skee

[intro]
hahahaha! g-mo! you b-tch! filth filth! 8-bit, 8-bit! rich city!

[verse 1]
g-mo been spittin’ filth since the playpen
with an axe i’ll stab you in the back like a fake friend
f-ck a handout, i’m a self-made man
if he ain’t heard about me that ninja g-y then
get it, ninja gaiden? i leave n-ggas stankin’
hit him with a zapper, now his f-ckin’ brain’s pixelated
i do it quick and painless and i ain’t pickin’ favorites
everybody can get it, b-tch, my sh-t’s contagious
you can’t k!ll a machine, i bleed kart oil
heatseekin’ rockets, i launch ’em and send ’em all for you
pull up, me and my n-ggas get the drop on you
from the rooftop gettin’ stoned, we the gargoyles
bury ’em motherf-ckers under the daffodils
for my rappin’ deal blood of the innocent had to spill
and n0body can save you, even the man of steel
got his sh-t split like a godd-mn banana peel (yeah!)

[chorus]
you motherf-ckers brought the demon out
b-tch inf gang what i’m screamin’ out (b-tch inf gang!)
n-gga f-ck you and f-ck what you think about
bow down when g-mo skee around
we playin’ no games! i’m back goin’ apesh-t still
matter fact, n-gga take this filth (take that, take that)
i’m back goin’ apesh-t still
matter fact, n-gga 8-bit filth (take that, take that)
[verse 2]
look! i only beef with crackheads
and that’s my mistake
if you want war you must smoke a lot of base
i shove your f-ckin’ head in a piranha tank
you ain’t got a face, now we can probably conversate
so what you mad about? that’s what you should rap about
so i can knock another f-ggot out
i’m the china cabinet at your granny’s house, n-ggas can’t touch me
lubricated chainsaws never get rusty
i’m more trusty, leave a mess where your guts be
f-ck beef, i give n-ggas porkchops-o-chunky
animal, i was an extra in jumanji
on noah’s ark, man, your b-tch was front seat
get it! me and your b-tch a f-ckin’ female dog
fur tails, sharp t–th, and claws
n-gga you can suck six d-cks and eat twelve b-lls
before you ever say the words “g-mo skee fell off”
filth!

[chorus]
you motherf-ckers brought the demon out
b-tch inf gang what i’m screamin’ out (b-tch inf gang!)
n-gga f-ck you and f-ck what you think about
bow down when g-mo skee around
we playin’ no games! i’m back goin’ apesh-t still
matter fact, n-gga take this filth (take that, take that)
i’m back goin’ apesh-t still
matter fact, n-gga 8-bit filth (take that, take that)
[verse 3]
i’m the devil in the flesh, i’ve been possessed
the priest gave me an exorcism, then i slit his neck
all you motherf-ckers squares like giga pets
hit the deck before you get cooked, n-gga, dinner’s prepped
i’m the midget with the sinister laugh
dismembered, put his innards and his liver in bags
i spit flame, break the fire extinguisher glass
and douse the whole studio when i get in the lab
yeah! i’m takin’ legs, put a sword to your f-ckin’ shin
retired comedian, you’ll never stand up again
split personalities, ask my uncle ben
psycho k!ller catchin’ bodies at the comfort inn
i’m out here givin’ trolls real fun
i take the show on the road, g-mo will hunt
and throw them sl-ts in the oldsmobile trunk
smellin’ like the assh0l- of a roadk!ll skunk
filth!

- g mo skee

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