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letra de sawed off - g-mo skee

[intro]
i got a friend, his name g-mo. he come here, he kill everybody
he mad, mad crazy. he only 5’4″ but he got a .45, he come through the block and shoot everybody. i swear, he crazy, little guy, he got a chinese ak. he came to the trap house, he slapped the man at the front door, back door, side door, and through the window. that man crazy. his name g-mo

[verse 1]
look
my new rap name is inappropriate, that’s what the hoes call me at the last show we did
fur hat like a f-cking soviet, bat-sh-t crazy lately i’ve been burning bridges with -ssociates
hold up i hear a n-gg- speaking in the streets, throwing my name around instead of keeping it discreet
that’s when i grab out the sword and i free it from the sheathe n-gg-s’ heads h-t the floor when i swing it to the beat
this is black magic some sh-t you’ve never seen, i flip the magic wand on a song mcs drop
broke outta azkaban then ?rob green got? rape the witch in the woods gave that b-tch a pink sock
they say they can’t take g-mo serious that just forced g-mo to be more furious
g-mo is a cannibal i eat most lyricists but my flow is in danger because n-gg-s keep on stealin it

[chorus]
i never got a rap deal
never had an a&r’s help me and these snakes don’t get along well
i never got a rap deal
rich city, that’s what my squad yells p-ssing on these b-tches like r kells
we never got a rap deal
because we can do it ourselves, jump on stage and make them all yell
i never got a rap deal
but i just bought a new chainsaw from a yard sale and i’m finna cause h-ll

[verse 2]
doobies full of weed in my ashtray, got me coughing like eazy-e on his last days
i’m rolling up some black plague, it’s the only thing that’ll stop me from beating your -ss mang
you rap g-y f-ck your corny -ss metaphors, all you n-gg-s eat sh-t like fetish p-rn
that’s why they listen to my sh-t instead of yours, you singing on some drake sh-t when they press record
there’s no way i could ever bow to ya’ll, my mother f-cking ears bleed to the sound of ya’ll
you act gangster just to make the crowd applaud, b-tch you about as tough as justin timberlake in alpha dog
after ya’ll bleed out we stab hoes, black crows eat you -ssholes on the back road
the murder weapon and the mask, i stashed those under the floorboards of an abando ?cause i got a rap goal?

[chorus]

- g mo skee

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