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glitch - g-mo skee lyrics

[verse 1: g*mo skee]
i’m unf*ckwitable, b*tch
inf gang general fist make your visuals glitch
f*ck a subliminal diss, drop critical hits
make an mc think about slitting his wrists
n*ggas commit seppuku when they listen to this
i send ’em to the sky with kid icarus pit
you n*ggas sweeter than cinnamon sticks, better stick to the script
man you n*ggas probably sit when you p*ss
look, you can be in the booth or doin’ interviews
keep inf gang out of your mouth like a missing tooth
or i’ma have to get at you, it’s the principle
you in the lab f*ckin’ with incompatible chemicals
i blew up, they didn’t want me to
it was never a secret but even judas was jealous of jesus
i levitate your body with telekinesis
suspended in the air, then shredded to pieces
who thought i was gone couldn’t be more wrong
when you k!ll a g*mo, twenty more sp*wn
i land an eight trigrams sixty*four palm
now your ass is on the ground dead as a doorkn*b
won’t stop ’til i’m declared rich
’til i’m big*headed like the cheat code from nfl blitz
i’m h*llbent, hot as charizard’s tail whip
y’all slowpokes on some snail sh*t
maybe that’s why you n*ggas on the internet
maybe that’s why you n*ggas ain’t the n*ggas yet
maybe that’s why i’m f*ckin’ with your pride
b*tch i live and let die, better move to the side
[verse 2: kevin maclane]
ayy! the black rocks, it’s always gettin’ wet
j’s on black robes, all the hearts i recollect
finna get ’em back to the grave and feed my residents
check the main b*tches, momma, check your messages
they’ve been askin’ should kevin be the president?
n*gga beat the game and destroyed his archnemesis
then i recycled his brains into an etch*a*sketch
all my enemies are leather for my letterman’s
i made it to the last stage, i’m f*ckin’ with the final boss
meaning if we took that logo threw that b*tch up on the walls
told the city we would take care of the people
i would fight away the darkness and the evil
and bring back the meaning of love, i started order in the culture
not for sh*t i brought ’em patience, got ’em pride and gave ’em purpose
then a birdie came up to the castle to remind me
that someone in the city was still coming to find me
who in the village would dare try to deceive you?
i’d rather tear an acl and send out all my evils
i burn every house on fire, told the people no more chillin’
walkin’ through this b*tch a hero, trick, now y’all made me the villain
now it’s gang sh*t, you wish you could be like this b*tch?
yeah, this is not a game, come and get your advantage
we be the gang gang gang
hide your wife ’cause i’m a glitch doin’ free throws
takin’ over the world, don’t need no cheat codes
b*tch!
[verse 3: jae harmony]
who said they want war, cod is the game
it’s hard to react when the metal slug is lodged in your brain
i’m tough to contain, i’m textbook dodgin’ ’em mane
while you carbon copy n*ggas gettin’ carried by cranes
this is a money*makin’ motivated mission
just listen, the visions incorporated with pistons
it’s hittin’ on all cylinders, vivid like a cinema
f*ckin’ with the plan, then paramedics gon’ clean it up
now keep that on your mind, i put that in your head
my thoughts can change the world like professor x
or leave you upside down where the demogorgon slept
cut from ear to ear, gaspin’ your last breath
but that ain’t gotta happen, we can keep it copacetic
as long as you know where you been, it’s not where i’m headed
yeah, i want to be big breaded, have a chick with a bad b*tch
fetish on a few businesses bringing a lot of relish
but none of that is f*ckin’ with this
it’s inf gang, motherf*cker and we running your b*tch
hyper tails be the way that she be bringin’ up sh*t
she hot when i blitz too, now she feelin’ a d*ck
it was cool to the truth so i’m hatin’
then they put the toast to his grill like “n*gga what you makin’?”
now they cookin’ in the kitchen with your pots and pans
keepin’ it lit with the cannon like vectorman
moral of the story, don’t f*ck with the squad
lyrical monsters lookin’ for a meal on the rise
the choice is yours, whether you’re dead or alive
either way, we gon’ get it ’til coins is stacked in the sky
n*gga
[verse 4: crowda]
k!ll a n*gga, leave ’em in the trunk for two days
then kick push, skate off like lupe
little rascal made me shoot him in the facial region
keyboard gangsta, backsp*ce delete ’em
hit ctrl alt when you see the chrome from the uzi
horse head in the bed like the mafia movies
try me, end up on the news at 10
next day, had a family on the news again
i’ll bruise your skin, take this all over infidel
bigger than you, put me on a different scale
drop some change next time at the wishing well
that i don’t leave you in g*mo’s closet and wish you well
two tears in a bucket, it’s that kind of season
two heads, two legs, n*gga, now we speakin’
playin’ both sides, yo, we call it treason
left ’em like a hooptie with his top leakin’
i’m evil within, but i’m not a demon
haters locked the door but they left the key in
murder or suicide, what kind of help you seekin’?
’cause i can make you look like both when the metal’s leakin’
you wish you could be like us, this is not a game
come and get your revenge, this be the gang gang gang
hide your wife ’cause i’m a glitch doin’ free throws
takin’ over the world, don’t need no cheat codes
n*gga!

- g mo skee lyrics

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