Die in the Worst Fashion (Funk Volume DFUOB 2013) lyrics

[Intro: G-Mo Skee]
Yeah
Ay It's G-Mo Skee
Representing the f*cking Inf Gang, man
And I just wanna say f*ck everybody
I just want everybody to die, n*gga
And that's coming from the motherf*cking heart
I just wanna see you motherf*ckers die, n*gga
b*tch

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
The African honey badger doesn't give a sh*t
I'll throw you off a roof and pray to God you hit a fence
It's finna to get intense
Thirty two bars of death that I could use to remove your livers with
b*tch, the truth hurts
Welcome to the Pain Olympics
I'll shoot up your school before the teacher takes attendance
With a shotgun to slay the wicked
Leave a hole in your house so big you'd think the Kool-Aid man paid a visit
And any witnesses that manage to come close
They didn't live to talk about it, so this sh*t is unspoke
I'm cutthroat
I'll rip out your lower intestines and force your b*tch to play a game of jumprope
Then split another wig
He caught a ninja star to the eye like that lil' muhf*cka Butters did
I'm in the booth hiding from the undercover pigs
They know Chris Benoit likes to smother kids
[Hook: G-Mo Skee]
To all the rich folks in the mansions
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
To my f*cking ex-girlfriend, Jasmine
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
To the political parties and church masses
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
To any motherf*cker rapping with a passion
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion

[Verse 2: G-Mo Skee]
I've been to Hell and back
Got kicked out for selling crack
And tried to kill the devil with an angelic axe
I'm preparing raps to blow your f*cking soul to bits
n*ggas wanna tamper with the Filth until they don't exist
So throw a diss and go against the Katana
You better off trying to f*cking tongue-kiss a piranha
I got a joke for you dumb f*cks:
"What do you call two religious b*tches conjoined at the hip? Nun-chuks."
This is uncut; this is how you supposed to rhyme
The nine'll leave a rap critic with an open mind
I gave Batman a backbreaker and broke his spine
Then I wrote a line to make the f*cking Pope resign
You n*ggas non-violent
I'll set your house on fire and give your entire f*cking family bronchitis
I got bodybags of all sizes
So I think all you faggot-ass rappers need to fall silent
[Hook: G-Mo Skee]
To all the rich folks in the mansions
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
To my f*cking ex-girlfriend, Jasmine
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
To the political parties and church masses
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion
To any motherf*cker rapping with a passion
I just wanna see you die in the worst fashion

[Outro: G-Mo Skee]
f*ck y'all
f*cking die, b*tch
Eat sh*t and die, b*tch
f*ck you