Filthnificent - G-Mo Skee

Woah

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?

They call that nigga G-Mo Skee;

he spit it raw

And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like

Woah

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?

They call that nigga G-Mo Skee;

he spit it raw

Any time any place, he’s ready to get it on

Woah

It’s the G to the M-O

Finna pee on your demo

Fuck up your self esteem and throw your dreams out the window

Team full of sickos

Skeet for the nymphos

Beef?

We leave niggas extinct with the Flintstones

Ever since I wrote a flow

I ain’t going broke

Pop up in your city niggas think they saw Jehova’s ghost

Coast to coast I’m hitting states with the flames

When you niggas start touring it’ll be snakes on a plane

Bitch fuck your record label and fuck your history

Buzzsaw make your fucking guts fall instantly

If I’m at a show you know I come to cause injury

Turn my enemies into unsolved mysteries

This shit is foul

If you brave, stick around

Intestines hit the ground when you get disembowled

Say I ain’t got a wicked style?

You niggas in denial

Charlie Sheen has aids?

I’m the nigga winning now

Woah

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?

They call that nigga G-Mo Skee;

he spit it raw

And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like

Woah

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?

They call that nigga G-Mo Skee;

he spit it raw

Any time any place, he’s ready to get it on

Woah

I’m the degenerate

You’re finna get

Familiar with

Now listen bitch

The shit you spit is hit or miss

I’m a gorilla pimp dressed in the dopest gear

Treating hoes like Scorpion: «Bitch get over here»

Bite my raps?

I fight back with a spiked bat

Nine inch nails impale your face nigga bite that

I’m cold as an ice pack

Cold as an eskimo gang bang in an igloo with icicles on my sack

I sell filth to kids in the park

My shit is dope so I tell 'em like Principle Clark

«You smoke crack don’t ya?»

Well nigga give it a spark

Don’t be surprised if you take one hit and you barf

'Cause fucking with me is like reaching under the sink

Grabbing the bleach and pouring yourself something to drink

Bitch I’m still running the streets

And I keep a slut on the beach

A drugged-up single mother in heat

Now that’s filth

Woah

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?

They call that nigga G-Mo Skee;

he spit it raw

And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like

Woah

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?

They call that nigga G-Mo Skee;

he spit it raw

Any time any place, he’s ready to get it on