Mad Hatter - G-Mo Skee

Yeah

'ey-yo it’s G-Mo Skee

And when I see you guppy-ass niggas in the streets biting my motherfucking style

I’mma go upside your shit, nigga

Take my motherfucking hat off

Bitch, listen

I guess I’m a pioneer

'Cause none of y’all cats was wearing these motherfucking fur hats this time of

year

I think it’s kind of weird

Y’all wasn’t drowning bitches in a tub on a track until I appeared (Filth!)

I’m the nigga with the T-Rex cock

Y’all fin’na get this work like a sweat shop

You thought you could take the filth and get away with it

You a renegade ho, you must think I’m play-pimping

Where my nigga Mike Winegar at?

Tell him that these rappers tried to steal my signature hat

A motherfucking GameCube is spinning, dispatch

And hit a nigga on stage while he’s spitting his raps (Sit yo ass down)

You ain’t real you a falsified copy

Bitch, my machete got twenty-five body

I ride around doing fucking drive-by stabbings

When I see these niggas wearing my hat in traffic, it’s bad

I’mma tell the truth, boy I’m pissed off

I’m sitting in the booth with my fist balled

I swear to God, it’s making my skin crawl

All I see is G-Mo rip-offs!

I came in the game put my name on the map

From the cradle to the grave, spitting flame on the track

You biting my style 'cause you know the shit is phat

BITCH NIGGA STOP WEARING MY HAT!

(Stop wearing my hat!)

Nigga stop wearing my hat!

Bitch nigga stop my wearing my hat!

(Stop wearing my hat!)

Nigga stop wearing my hat!

Bitch nigga stop my wearing my hat!

(Stop wearing my hat!)

I came in the game put my name on the map

From the cradle to the grave, spitting flame on the track

You biting my style 'cause you know the shit is phat

BITCH NIGGA STOP WEARING MY HAT!

(Ahhh!)

G-Mo Skee got his player’s degree

And he fin’na do it big for the haters to see

Who you niggas trying to impress by taking from me?

Your fucking hat looking wack, hella faded and cheap

I been ripping shit from here to Afghanistan

Before you picked up a mic, before you had a plan

Yo this is a fucking travel ban

If you wearing my hat, fuck that, we gotta battle, man

I wasn’t even tripping at first but now I’m triggered

I see 'em on the internet taking a thousand pictures

You need to take your ass to Urban Outfitters

Find the fucking hat section and figure it out, nigga

If the world don’t give you and your buddies cancer

I’mma kill you motherfuckers with a bloody dagger

Get a face-lift, all y’all some ugly bastards

Eat a dick, sincerely the Honey Badger

And there you have it… G-Mo… 2018… stop biting my shit…

Magic Ninja…

INF Gang…

Yo Momma…

Hah

Yo, G-Mo cuz, I wear your hats all the time I didn’t know it was a problem, bruh

Oh-h.

But Chaly my boy, it is perfectly normal for you to wear the hat.

You see, the filth is for you and me.

It is not for them and those.

Keep wearing your hat, Chaly, and keep spreading the filth

BUT IF YOU SEE ONE OF THESE CORNBALL FRESH NIGGAS ON THE STREETS WEARING IT,

SNATCH THAT SHIT OFF HIS HEAD

A-aight, I feel you bruh

Now everybody get the fuck off the boat.

We just pulled up to Ghost Town.

Fin’na show you niggas what it’s like to walk through Richmond.

Take them motherfucking fitted-caps off, and don’t make eye contact.

Matter of fact, one of you little niggas ain’t even gonna make it

Hell no.

I’m not going through there, I heard about Richmond, I’m not, nope

Shut up!

Get’cho ass off the boat