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letra de the last filthbender - g-mo skee

[intro]
“we have only 35 chambers, there is no 36th”
i know that but i want to create a new chamber
“oh? and what would that be?”

so it was written
young g-mo set off on his quest
his final quest

[verse]
yo
i have a confession to make
listen close to the rest of the tape
there’s been some confusion well today i’m setting it straight
back when i was in the cradle
my cousin dropped me on a gl-ss table
thank god my neck didn’t break
next thing you know i was making h-lla messes
getting stranger and stranger as life progresses
young and restless
had s-x for the first time when i was seven with a b-tch named alexis
in elementary i almost got arrested
i threatened to burn the school down in the principle’s presence
sent me home with a message
but on the under
i came back to school and set fire to the dumpsters
the end of junior high
i fought another student chai
he was my friend but a sucker got into his mind
he put me in a headlock, i couldn’t take a breath
so i bit his arm; it was my first taste of flesh
i was locked on for five minutes maybe less
i heard his skin crunch now my d-mn face is wet
meanwhile n-ggas hitting me trying to make me let go
so i swallowed the blood wiped my face and left
in high school i got p-ssy drunk
pulled up to a liquor store with a bb gun
and told a bum i had change for him
tried to shoot him when he came towards it
but the gun shot a blank on him
these are just a couple events
i’m convinced
made me a filthy son of a b-tch
that’s why i’m the man i am today
and why i say all the sh-t that i plan to say
probably
when my cousin dropped me
it caused me
to be a sick f-ck and it’s coming back to haunt me
or maybe the things i seen before
i was mature
well sh-t, one things for sure
the last filthbender’s back
with the homicidal rap
number one contender for the hardcore t-tle match
beat you with a paddle with a motherf-cking bible strapped
make you memorize matthew, the final act
i’m so ill i’m finna bring the west nile back
now turn around b-tch get ready for a spinal tap
i laugh at that kinda cr-p
told jason voorhees to autograph my new machete and sign an axe
f-ck with me i’ll leave your b-tch’s v-g-n- fat
oozing with p-ss, crusty’s trying to fight the clap
twisted nature
fit the neighbours
in a refrigerator
next to the jelly and the chicken baster
give a kidney transplant blindfolded
listening to opera music while i slice open
your wife’s colon
she just might die choking
i’m high on the job and my f-cking knife’s broken
surprise token
the new black kid in south park just left your left eye swollen
so him in his backyard with a guy frozen
he had a pair of safety goggles on his eyes scoped in
i’m so dirty you would still get an std
having s-x with me
while using five trojans
i see you listening to my mixtape with the blinds open
i’m just waiting for the right moment
in a few seconds i’mma make your head explode
then jump on an airplane headed to mexico
now lights out motherf-cker let the credits roll

- g mo skee

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