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letra de already dead - g-mo skee

[intro]
yeah, hey yo it’s g-mo skee. and when you see me riding through your motherf-cking hood on a squeaky bike you better tuck your f-cking sh-t n-gga. hahaha. f-ck you n-ggas. f-ck being humble n-gga i’m already dead. i’m already dead!
filth

[chorus]
you can crush my heart with a sledge
you can take me to a cliff and throw me off of a ledge
you can lock me in a cage, try to starve me instead
it doesn’t matter what you do b-tch i’m already dead!
you can shoot me with a f-cking glock in the head
you can force feed me a bottle of pharmacy meds
you can chop me up, take a f-cking arm and a leg
but the jokes’ on you b-tch i’m already dead!

[verse 1]
this is anti-humanity slash k!ller music
i wash my -ss in a bathtub filled with sewerage
you wanna k!ll me? have holy water and silver bullets
nail me to a cross in the middle of a field and do it (just do it)
n-ggas get sacrificed with they feet tied
i add ’em to the pool of blood, now that sh-t is knee-high
if you look in the mirror, say my name three times
i’ll show up and wreck shop like a wasp in a beehive
all you f-ggot rappers finna make me lock the closet
found a conscious rapper at my show, now i’ve got a hostage
take me to your f-cking leader b-tch: i slaughter bosses
i was taught to never let ’em run like the water faucet
died in ’95 from a freak accident
they threw me in the morgue but my body has been absent since
now i’m a zombie, running the streets, clapping sh-t
cops sending shots at a n-gga but i haven’t flinched

[verse 2]
worms and maggots in my hat i feel them squirm together
i used two pitchforks to eat a german shepherd
dipped the machete in oil, now it’s working better
sever heads and burn the bodies in the f-cking church’s cellar
boy you never heard such a bloodthirsty rap
f-ck with me i’ll murder your cul-de-sac with a st-rdy axe
throw a brick through the back window of your dirty lac
like the b-tch who called ms. parker f-cking bernie mack (white devil)
you n-ggas spit like you never had a fight before
my n-ggas spit like cavemen that wrestle dinosaurs
when this sh-t’s jumping off like a diving board
you’re getting stomped out with more kicks than the nike store
x-rated flow; this is not a rap for kids
this is where i grab the can of whoop–ss and crack the lid
chop ’em up, f-ck his body up and pack the fridge
then come to the inf gang barbecue with a rack of ribs

[verse 3]
i ain’t bodybuilding at the gym, i don’t play games
i want to lift a shawty, that’s the reason i weight train
busting off it’s like you n-ggas got hit with a freight train
put the barrel on your chest like a f-cking [?] chain
no i don’t see a threat, i just see a bunch of busters
i’m finna hit you uncle-f-ckers with the knuckle dusters
aim a rocket launcher at your whip [?] cl-stered
everywhere i go i’m leaving motherf-ckers smothered
no peace, i’m not an apologetic dude
i’m liable to still explode even if you l!ck the fuse
run up on ’em p-ssies and i let the weapon ooze
they freeze up like sub-zero did his special move
’cause they don’t want to meet jason
inf gang f-cked your b-tch then we dropped her off at the police station
walking with a waddle
’cause i f-cked her with a broken alcohol bottle
full throttle
b-tch said she didn’t swallow

- g mo skee

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