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letra de front page ii - g-mo skee

yeah! haha yeaah. guess what kiddies? your favorite rapist is back! yes! i was resurrected
and now you’re all f-cked
“oh my god, what are we gonna do?!”
haha, b-tch!

just another day in the neighborhood a newspaper hangs on the telephone pole with two staples
on the front page, a woman was found with huge ladle shoved in her -ss
mutilated wrapped in two cables with a stick through her
they found a note covered in s-m-n so it could stick to her
what kind of sick humor?
the note said: “got filth” with a question mark
with a map attached to it with the x’s marked
the cops traced it, and called the whole squad from the station
they got anxious to comprehend to brain rapist
and just when the pigs thought they figured him out
they found ten more bodies when they went to his house
diggin’ ‘em out the garden, under the tomatuhs
razor blade cuts on the bodies it would take a real sick f-ck to use the same decoration
take the arms and the legs off and replace ‘em!
sh-t!

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now before you let ya day begin, tell ‘em all it’s not safe again
i’m on the front page mama if these n-gg-s tryna come get me
if i die, well i’m takin’ some with me
i’m a real sick f-ck
and you don’t want it with me, motherf-cker you don’t want it with me, ‘cause i’m a real sick f-ck!
and you don’t want it with me, motherf-cker you don’t want it with me!
motherf-cker

return of the furry hat-fellow with a potty mouth
‘finna add another dozen bodies to the body count
open the porto-potty and let the dead bodies out
dirty motherf-cker, never change like bobby brown
probably out somewhere in the woods with a d-mn musket
bust a b-tches head then suck her flesh pumpkins
if she didn’t want me to suck ‘em she should’ve said somethin’
now it’s too late, i’m in between her legs munchin’
havin’ head rushings from all the sick thoughts
bought a pair of hedge clippers and a big cross
hang you upside-down and cut your limbs off
then put your body back together like a jigsaw
pull the old switcharoo with the limbs
draw the same decoration on your skin while the sh-t’s raw
then blame society when i get caught
the television made me do it mama, it’s his fault

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you thought it was just another normal day at disneyland
‘till you see mini mouse get thrown in a mini van
gang raped by fifty fans
midget army train comin’ through your tunnels with no jimmies and
no k.y. to stop the d-cks from gettin’ jammed
goin’ in dry and puttin’ pics on instagram
circle jerkin’ with freddy krueger and edward scissorhands
while bl–dy mary’s in the middle doin’ the riverdance
you never met a motherf-cker sicker than
if so, point him out, i’ma make him sh-t his pants
welcome to my ill tape made of thrill hate
meant to depopulate the world like bill gates
stab you in the head as soon as you feel safe
they’ll have to replace your f-ckin’ skull with a steel plate
went to bed with ten b-tches and i k!lled eight
i’m back on the front page and it feels great

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- g mo skee

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