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letra de fuck it all up - g-mo skee

[verse 1: g-mo skee]
i’m a hot mess
you ain’t seen a bully ever since the days of ron artest
lyrically, i’m rhymefest, you’re nas x in a prom dress
before i spin and start slaying emcees, my head rotates 180 degrees
facing the opposite way of my knees, then i just start saying these things!
you’ve been a fairy, you’re ben and jerry’s
my sh-t is scary, pet cemetery
b-tch compare me to a shotgun that’s stocked up with incendiaries
i’m an animal with giant b-lls, a tiger paw and a lion’s jaw
when i come across a real goat i apologize then i wipe it off
b-tch n-gga drop a diss joint and i’m on your ass like hеmorroids
get ran over when i jump thе curb in a land rover, that’s ten points
my old hoes call me jabba the hutt (why?)
cause i chained all of em up
“surviving g-mo skee”, premiering on hbo i’ll be d-gg-ng a sl-t
thanos with his palm in the glove
rap careers get dissolved into dust
inf boys only speak money, you’s a in-voice if you’re talking to us
y’all n-ggas sound awful to us
your mixtape’s a blue waffle to us
make sure the door on your party is shut
we coming through to f-ck all of it up!

[hook: g-mo skee]
n-ggas running wild (we gon f-ck it up!)
if we come to town (we gon f-ck it up!)
in the underground (we gon f-ck it up!)
we gon f-ck it up, we gon f-ck it up!
the local scene (we gon f-ck it up!)
even overseas (we gon f-ck it up!)
your b-tch ovaries (we gon f-ck it up!)
we gon f-ck it up, we gon f-ck it up!
[verse 2: trizz]
if they throw a party and we not invited (what you gon do n-gga?)
we gon f-ck it up
walk in like “what the f-ck is up?”
talk sh-t and we gon f-ck you up
high as f-ck going blunt for blunt
you wanna stunt with us? then don’t run with us
i told these n-ggas not to f-ck with us
now they broke as f-ck and they ain’t touching us
i don’t be talking that sucka stuff
you better come correct if you come for us
something tough just to come for us
some protection is a f-cking must
i ain’t been home in some f-cking months
and i don’t know what i’m doing cause i’m drunk as f-ck
backstage with a f-cking sl-t
i think i want to f-ck
now we’re riding round in a f-cking truck
i’m swerving with my fingers up her b-tt
d-mn i can’t wait to get up in them guts
bust me a nut cause i don’t give a f-ck
don’t be a chump, we don’t want them with us
if you broke, you can’t roll with us, smoke one with us
it’s all, accept you’re not one of us
i’ll die before i let a n-gga dome one of us
i done been quiet now i’m f-cking loud
i didn’t calm down now i’m f-cking wild
i’m a assh0l- and i’m f-cking proud
and i’m still bringing out a f-cking crowd
it’s going up and i’m f-cking down
right here, right f-cking now
i ain’t here for the f-cking smiles
if you f-ck around you gon f-cking drown
[hook: g-mo skee]
n-ggas running wild (we gon f-ck it up!)
if we come to town (we gon f-ck it up!)
in the underground (we gon f-ck it up!)
we gon f-ck it up, we gon f-ck it up!
the local scene (we gon f-ck it up!)
even overseas (we gon f-ck it up!)
your b-tch ovaries (we gon f-ck it up!)
we gon f-ck it up, we gon f-ck it up!

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
i am not dead like a lot said
rest in peace to the philly hip-hop-head
this is glock red with the shot leads
dedicated to keeping the opps fed
where the cops dread (why?)
they know that so much blood got shed
cause you make gang n-ggas drop bread
if you ain’t hooping or rapping or praying to mecca like ahmed
d-mn boss, me and travis rich like mortimer and randolph
i laugh way weird, jack napier with a fat grey beard, the black gandalf
never slim gouda in this pay
phim shooter, never minute maid
in two, cut like a ginsu
the [?] intruder, n-gga dennis quaid
i’d earned virtue but learned first who can rap n-gga
stern curse you, i’ma burn circles ’til you turn purple, good nap n-gga
mo and tech with a k!ller song
in that ass like some b-tch’s filler thong
if you peel up on me and feeling wrong
you’ll be floating dead up in your billabong
need to be closer, i’m bringing h-ll to thugs
i’m spitting leaving them frozen till they melt to muds
i mean kristoff is a bit soft so i’m guessing you’ve gots to be elsa, bud
so go on with your knacking ass crew
[?] with your b-tch and we’re having cat soup
keep on wolfing i’ma send her to you gagging ragu
getting raped by the girl with the dragon tattoo
[hook: g-mo skee]
n-ggas running wild (we gon f-ck it up!)
if we come to town (we gon f-ck it up!)
in the underground (we gon f-ck it up!)
we gon f-ck it up, we gon f-ck it up!
the local scene (we gon f-ck it up!)
even overseas (we gon f-ck it up!)
your b-tch ovaries (we gon f-ck it up!)
we gon f-ck it up, we gon f-ck it up!

- g mo skee

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