(Sketch)
Ight G-Mo
Y’all can call me the white Deebo the way I disconnect and hack Rebecca Black’s neck in half
And I’m with the black Jason Vorhees
What the fuck? There’s barely any coke in these blunts you think you can lace ‘em more please?
I’m rougher than an Asian whore’s knees
When I shove my tongue down your girl’s throat, she’s tastin’ 40’s
I fall in love with every chick that sucks and fucks
I raped a twenty-dollar hooker and gave her a hundred bucks
It’s safe to say I lost an investment, I’m a boss but I’m dressed in rags
Rockin’ the opposite of a tux
I’m goin’ through shit, fuck a positive message
I’m cold and ruthless, I hope my music causes depression
My pistol’s on my temple but I’m scared to fire
When I’m gettin’ head I pinch my nipples with a pair of plyers
I wear a wire, I’m snitchin’ on my own crew
To stay outta jail, there’s nothin’ I won’t do
I’ll take a rich rapper’s wife, and bitch slap her twice
Cum inside her and kill her, give her kids afterlife

(Hook)
I’d kill whore I spot on the billboard
Top hundred/hunter?, but if I got it without killin’ I’m not wanted
Havin’ a loud moth in this rap shit, you could get shot from it (x2)
(My n***a that’s the way I go out)
(No doubt)
(G-Mo Skee)
In school, I was the stupidest
Shit, the smartest thing I did was hogtie the student, they all died in unison
If your bitch don’t wanna get stalked by a hooligan
Tell her to stop wearin’ the small tights and bloomers then
They call me two-face for cuttin’ off a dude’s face
And strappin’ it on my head, like a mask with a shoelace
Robbed Wells Fargo, and the Wa.Mu. Bank
And held Amanda Knox hostage and killed her roommate
It’s too late to get a job, I chose the dark side
Every customer has to be an asshole or smart guy
At the grocery store, where I work part-time
I’ll put a grenade in your cart and watch your body parts fly
On an icy road I’ll let the fuckin’ car slide
Collide with a yellow bus, and watch all the retards die
I push a hard line
When the told me only I could prevent forest fires, I tried to start five

(Hook x2)

(Sketch)
Just as soon as I walk in the door, I try to pick a chick
That looks like she’ll lick a dick, quick to stick my cock in a whore
I once told a hooker I’m in love with her fine ass
Now I sip on some of her blood in a wine glass nightly
I might be a slightly retarded chingus
Off the wall, got the softest balls, but the hardest penis
I eat all the drugs when the pigs come
Then next thing I’m higher than if I was sittin’ on a see-saw with Big Pun
I got some flowers I can send your lady after I stash her cadaver where it belongs, with Brenda’s baby
It’s surprisin’ to hear me spit
I’ll leave all of you pussies bleedin’ like when women are synchronizin’ their period
Fuck the swag shit, my rap style’s dirty
I’ll take a shot of vodka and chase it with wild turkey
I belong in a straitjacket
I went to prison once, I raped a dude then I killed myself ‘cause I hate faggots
(Hook x2)