[Intro]
Yeah
It's G-Mo
Therapy music n***a
It’s therapeutic
Listen

[Verse 1]
I need to smoke a spliff or I'mma beat somebody with a fucking open fist until I have a broken wrist
Archeologist always got a bone to pick so talk a load of shit out your neck until your throat is slit
What a surprise, G-Mo is not happy and he got a silencer on his gun like Tom Clancy
Matter fact I don't care if the cops catch me after I pop your ass just tell them to contact me
Cuz you n***as soft as fuck, you just talking tough acting thug until a few slugs travel across your gut
And when you die from all the blood that you coughing up I’mma drive through the graveyard in a monster truck
And this is something I'd usually play about but lately I've really been day dreaming and spacing out
Thinking about the day I'mma case your house to take you out, chain you down and chainsaw you from your navel to your mouth
Bitch

[Hook]
I say some fucked up things when I write
But 'chu gonna make me bring 'em to life (Man I'll bring 'em to life)
All you n***as see is the mic
Until I strike now you’re seeing the light (You n***as seeing the light)
Sit behind computer screens and you type
Now I’m running full speed with a knife (You finna bleed for a like)
You want beef season it right
Before death comes swinging a scythe (Man I'll bring ’em to life)
Man I'll bring 'em to life
[Verse 2]
Don't call my phone I’m by myself tripping, I might cuss yo ass out like Mel Gibson
I'mma be the next n***a with a jail sentence when these shells spitting and I'm screaming go to hell bitches
They think I'm just rapping like I won't have somebody snatch 'em off the street faster than the human flash
And the only form of revenge I can imagine is having you handcuffed in a van and crashing it in the Atlantic
I rose from the dead, they shoulda kept my tomb locked now watch as I crush your fucking head with a huge rock
All you n***as played out like a boombox I catch 'em biting raps and I call 'em 22 Pac
I'm a certified beast, my eyes low like I'm Chinese, I'm high because I can never find peace
But when I find you n***as hiding behind beats I swear to god on my mama you gonna catch a five piece
Bitch

[Hook]
I say some fucked up things when I write
But 'chu gonna make me bring 'em to life (Man I'll bring 'em to life)
All you n***as see is the mic
Until I strike now you're seeing the light (You n***as seeing the light)
Sit behind computer screens and you type
Now I'm running full speed with a knife (You finna bleed for a like)
You want beef season it right
Before death comes swinging a scythe (Man I'll bring 'em to life)

Man I'll bring 'em to life
Bring, bring 'em to life
Bring, bring 'em to life

Man I'll bring 'em to life
Bring, bring 'em to life
Bring, bring 'em to life
Man I'll bring 'em to life
Bring, bring 'em to life