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Yo, now how many **** you know came out the pussy drinkin' Jäger

Ashin' blunts in his mom's cunt, while she's in labor?

A premature crack baby slash freak of nature

Born with deformities so they stored me in the incubator

It's paid business, I gay bash the gay fishes

Hate women, put 'em in a furnace and make stank biscuits

Twisted brain, these **** thinkin' this shit's a game

Till the see my house and the human decomposition stains

I never been a **** to ignore a feud

You don't wanna beef with this particular sorta dude

I don't think you have the testicular fortitude

Did your organs move to the fridge where I store the food?

And I only fuck with schizophrenic bitches that'll slit they wrist if I left

I tell her half to slit it, matter fact I recommend it, that's the best decision

Life sucks and I would be an asshole to let you live it

Now who that **** rippin' you and your crew? G

Who make the nut house do what it do? G

Now who could break the bitches pockets and purse?

The most sadistic and twisted **** that's walkin' the earth, G

Now who could you fuckin' puke in your soup? G

Who make a mass murder shootin' look cute? G

Now who can make you fuckin' straggle a ho

And dangle her out the of the window, so the neighbors will know? G

Now how many **** you know kill with whatever he rappin' on?

With more tracks than a fuckin' heroin addicts arm

Songs get shat upon, dick bigger than Omega Shenron

So your momma tried to gather my dragon balls (She nasty, dawg)

Ask them **** in the psychiatric ward

G-Mo got 'em bouncin' off the walls and the padded floor

I give 'em medication that they never had before

Under the counter drugs, they couldn't find 'em at the store

I still got the midget army marchin' on my fans

Go to jail for flippin' cars and arson

You never met an artist with more of a cult fanbase

They get down, fuck around, and get a grown man raped

This the type of music you can kick somebody's ass to

They type of music Brenda threw her baby in the trash to

They type of music bitches get sexually harassed to

They type of music that terrorist burn American flags to

Who lookin' for another human to troop? G

Who sittin' in the court room in a suit? G

Now who can make you take some acid and drive

Swervin' to the wrong lane and kill a family of five? G

How makes 151 proof with the juice? G

Who threw a fuckin' Gamecube from the roof? G

Now who can make you slap a teacher in class

Jump up out your fuckin' scene and start beatin' her ass? G

Now how many **** spit it so raw

When a **** do it, you could probably get salmonella if you listen to it?

Make you take a bath when you finish with the music

Killin' trannies and fags for a sick amusement

****, we ain't the same breed of MC at all

If Trumps builds a wall, I hope it's between me a y'all

This ain't my final form, watch G-Mo Skee evolve

Into ten foot tall mythical wildebeest with claws

****, keep your ass home 'cause at night I'm lurkin'

I'll light a person on fire and watch 'em die a virgin

I rape bitches and murk 'em inside a white Suburban

I'm writin' verses and they pissin' off entire churches

So if you tryna get your buzz up with a diss

Hold hands and jump off the Bay Bridge with your clique

And if you see my **** drivin' through where you live

Tuck your motherfuckin' chain in like Bruce Jenner's dick

Now who that **** that took a duce on your stoop? G

Who make the Juggalo's do what it do? G

Who got the filth spreain' quick as the clap

Makin' pussy **** scared to listen to rap? G

Who killin' everything that move in the booth? G

Who got that **** Vinny in cahoots? G

Who kick the wicked shit, graphic and daily

Got the kids buyin' fuckin' furry hats and machetes

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