[Intro]
And so it was written, young G-Mo was to set off on his quest to fuck a couple of cows, and tip them over

[Verse 1]
Yo, when did it become cool to be a sick fuck?
I'm on 23rd with six bucks to get my dick sucked
Looking for the cheap bitches
Found a crack whore with her teeth missin
But she did it for free, winning
Lasted three minutes, killed her in the worst way
To get my money back but I ain't pay her in the first place
According to this ID it's her birthday
Now she's in the furnace and I'm headed to the church play
I was born ill and I won't conform still
Too busy shootin' a porn film in a corn field
All you corny rappers need to get a force field
I let the sword spill your guts, show you how the floor feels
Tombstone pile-drive you on the cement
Now your ass is laid out and not breathing
Wake up in the street and you don't even remember the fucking reason
Why you was there in the first place talking shit and beefing
All I want is a million views on YouTube
And a sloppy blowjob every blue moon
But instead I'm slept on like a pissy mattress
Big titty bad bitches never give me action
Speakin' of action, I'm watching your house bitch
And I don't like the outfit that you picked out, switch
Into the hot skirt, and the "I Love Cock" shirt
But make sure you shave your twat first
I got the filth movin' like clockwork
There's no use in telling me stop sir
My potty mouth is bound to get a lot worse
Gave a horse an abortion, euthanized it and torched it
Had sex with both of the corpses and came to my performance
Covered in blood and organs, but still tore it down:
Like a poster of Justin Biebs
Mad tricks up my sleeve, David Blaine in his teens
When I leave, you haters come together like ass cheeks
And talk as much shit as you can through your damn teeth
But keep speaking, I'll hide your spouse
In the motherfucking dungeon inside my house
Come back after a week, untie her mouth
Then face fuck the bitch 'till her eyes pop out
Motherfucker!