Front Seat - G-Mo Skee

You niggas want to witness the filth?

Well I’mma really take you with me to kill

(Now get in the front seat)

Oh you think the shit I’m spitting is ill?

Well wait til I slit the shit,

and it spills

(While you in the front seat)

It’s too late to try to get me to chill, matter of fact nigga give me the drill

(That shit’s in the front seat)

I’mma show you how sadistic it feel, and gets gritty when rich-city gets real

(And you in the front seat)

Yo, dim the lights a bit

Motherfuckers know what time it is

I’m conducting experiments, an unlicensed scientist

Knife sharp enough to fight a fucking Leviathan

Wait for my patient’s last breath then I siphoned it

Liquid nitrogen, in a ten gallon pot

Freeze a nigga’s face then slam it on a countertop

You want Shock Rap?

This is ten-thousand watts

Bitch I’m on stage giving G.G.

Allin props

They calling me a chauvinistic masochist

I tell them I’m an entrepreneur-slash-philanthropist

Now watch me perform surgery on an acid trip

Causing accidents replacing organs with random shit

The African Honey Badger is ravenous

Slashing a bitch’s abdomen then wrap it in bandages

Coast-to-cast, motherfuckers are vanishing

Now they’re the filth factory sacrificial inhabitants

All you see is bloodshed when I drop a rhyme

My rap book look like the Necronomicon

When I open it ghosts come from behind the lines

All the souls from the foes I lyrically sodomized

I was my momma’s little disaster

I’m sitting in a U-Haul truck getting plastered

This shit is packed to the limit full of pastors

And I’m fin’na dump it in a chemical reactor (Splash!)

Bitch I’m about to blow with insane raps

You and your crew can get a live grenade and play catch

I told Nobe (?) he can put the twelve-gauge back

I’m old-school, I’d rather strap a bitch to the train tracks

Two lesbians, Mary-Anne and Lisa

Say good-bye, one of them died from anesthesia

You call it a dead body, I call it an easy fuck

I’m Dr. Evil with his motherfucking pinkies up!

Decomposing bodies got 'em sitting criss-crossed style

Stitches on they face so I can make 'em all smile

Tongues removed, with the eyeballs gouged

You can smell the release of enzymes and compounds

Stand aside, you fin’na see a master mind

Make a masterpiece out of broken bones and shattered spines

Strategize on how to make 'em agonize

Fantasize about snuff porn until the camera died

You niggas better beware of a sick fuck

I’m cutting of silicone titties like Nip Tuck

This slut wanted implants but I was piss drunk

Fucked around and got my syringe stuck in the bitch butt

Niggas end up in a full body cast

Put 'em on a trolley then push 'em down the lobby fast

It’s time to operate, where’s my hockey mask

Now I’m eating guts for lunch in a salami bag

Why am I even here any more?

I don’t wanna live any more…

Whoa!

Oh, shit!

Yo!

This white bitch just blew her brains out, cuz!

Bro this shit cannot be happening, dog…

(Chaly: yo the factory is wild)

I thought this is what y’all niggas wanted?

I thought you wanted to see the

filth, nigga!

You can’t handle the filth?

Now who wants to go home?

You want to go home, Chaly?

You want to go home?

I-I mean, Well, I … I on'-

Well that’s too bad!

You’re in this shit now, boy!

There’s no turning back!

(Cue: Midget Army Skit)