Ninja Money - G-Mo Skee

Them motherfuckers said I wouldn’t blow

They said that I wasn’t spitting dope, man

Til my shit starts spreading coast-to-coast

Now that’s your ass, Mr. Dope Man (They never should have gave a ninja money)

The game is all fucked up now

The game is all fucked up now

(They never should have gave a ninja money)

The game is all fucked up now

The rap game is all fucked up now!

(They never should have gave a ninja money)

Yo

This is real nigga-jitsu

If I don’t like you I won’t pretend to

All you motherfuckers pulling bitch moves

That’s alright, cause I just got a fucking check from Ingrooves

They never should have gave a nigga money, not this dude

Signed with Magic Ninja, shit was kinda suspenseful

Showed up with katanas them niggas thought I was Tenchu

Fuck what you been through, if you ever got a record deal

Your label would probably have to reinvent you

Don’t believe the hype, or the lies and the rumors

I still got the filth to supply the consumers

Inside of the sewers, I hide from pursuers

Eating fucking rats deep-fried on a skewer

Now everybody talking about G-Mo Skee

Cause I pissed the world off with a sweet sixteen

I had a bad bitch with me, but she OD

So I fleed the scene going superhero speeds (pew!)

When it comes to filth, I’m the godfather

Better handcuff your bitch or she’s in hot water

You can be a cock-blocker, you’ll still find my dick inside her mouth

It’s the everlasting gob-stopper (hahah)

They said my music made the students brawl

But the special ed students tell me that my music’s raw

Now I’m a super-star

Bars sounding like Slim Shady and Bizarre

Did the fucking fusion, huh

I’m not the nigga you should sleep on, buddy

I was a beast ever since I used to pee on Huggies

Bring a mic to the stage so I could leave y’all bloody

DJ Kev bring the tables like D-von Dudley

And most of y’all niggas been writing rap lyrics wrong

Yeah I heard his name before but I ain’t hear the nigga’s songs

I drop a spirit bomb, leave his fucking village gone

We could never get along, niggas getting shitted on!

When my baby was born, all I had was ninety bucks

Now I’m rolling fat-ass chops no more tiny blunts

Fucking with G-Mo, that’s a death-defying stunt

You muh’fuckas must be on ice like the mighty ducks

If you jocking my style I demand a fight

He said my rhyme was too fresh so he had to bite

I’m the best rapper that was born after Christ

Eat your fucking heart and wash it down with a can of sprite

Perform a human sacrifice at my last show

Fucking Goat Head, pentagram, and a black robe

If you feel froggish, leap and get smashed on

I’m giving niggas wedgies and hanging them from a flag pole

I made a video bashing J Cole’s rap flow

The fans were like «G-Mo, shut up, you ain’t that dope

«Take your ass directly to jail and don’t pass go

«Or collect two-hundred dollars, asshole» (He's whack, though!)