G lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now how many n*ggas you know came out the pus*y drinkin' Jäger?
Ashin' blunts in his mom's c*nt while she's in labor
A premature crack baby slash freak of nature
Born with deformity so they stored me in the incubator
It's bay business, I gay bash the gay fishes
Hate women, put them in the furnace and make skank biscuits
Twisted brain, these n*ggas thinking this sh*t's a game
'Til they see my house and the human decomposition stains
I've never been the n*gga to ignore a feud
You don't wanna beef with this particular sort of dude
I don't think you have the testicular fortitude
Get your organs moved to the fridge where I store the food
And I only f*ck with schizophrenic b*tches
That'll slit they wrists if I left, I tell that heifer split it
Matter of fact, I recommend it, that's the best decision
Life sucks and I would be an as*h*le to let you live it

[Chorus]
Now who that n*gga rippin' you and your crew?, "G"
Who make the nuthouse do what it do?, "G"
Now who could break a b*tches pockets and purse
The most sadistic and twisted n*gga that's walkin' the earth?, "G"

Now who could make you f*ckin' puke in your soup?, "G"
Who make a mass murder shootin' look cute?, "G"
Now who could make you f*ckin' strangle a hoe
And dangle her out of the window so they neighbors'll know, "G"
[Verse 2]
How many n*ggas you know kill whatever he rappin' on?
With more tracks than a f*ckin' heroin addicts arm
Songs get shat upon, di*k bigger than Omega Shenron
So your momma tried to gather my Dragon Balls (She nasty dog)
Ask them n*ggas in the psychiatric ward
G-Mo got 'em bouncin' off the walls and the padded floor
I give 'em medication that they never had before
Under the counter drugs, they couldn't find 'em at the store
I still got the midget army marchin'
All my fans go to jail for flippin' cars and arson
You never met an artist with more of a cult fan base
They get down, f*ck around and get a grown man raped
This the type of music you can kick somebody's ass to
The type of music Brenda threw her baby in the trash to
The type of music b*tches get sexually harassed to
The type of music terrorists burn American flags to

[Chorus]
Who lookin' for another human to chew?, "G"
Who sittin' in the court room in a suit?, "G"
Now who could make you take some acid and drive
Swerve into the wrong lane and kill a family of five?, "G"

Who mix 151 proof with the juice?, "G"
Who threw a f*ckin' GameCube from the roof?, "G"
Now who could make you slap a teacher in class
Jump up out your f*ckin' seat and start beatin' her ass?, "G"
[Verse 3]
How many n*ggas spit it so raw, when a n*gga do it
You could probably get salmonella if you listen to it?
Make you take a bath when you finish with the music
Killin' trannies and fags for a sick amusement
n*gga, we ain't the same breed of MC at all
If Trump builds a wall, I hope it's between me and y'all
This ain't my final form, watch G-Mo Skee evolve
Into a ten foot tall mythical wildebeest with claws
n*gga, keep your ass home 'cause at night I'm lurkin'
I'll light a person on fire and watch 'em die a virgin
I rape b*tches and murk 'em inside a white Suburban
I'm writin' verses and they p*ssin' off entire churches
So if you trying to get your buzz up with a diss
Hold hands and jump off the bay bridge with your clique
And if you see my n*ggas drivin' through where you live
Tuck your motherf*ckin' chain in like Bruce Jenner's di*k

[Chorus]
Now who that n*gga took a deuce on your stoop?, "G"
Who make the Juggalos do what it do?, "G"
Who got the filth speadin' quick as the clap
Making pus*y ass n*ggas scared to listen to rap?, "G"

Who killin' everything that move in the booth?, "G"
Who got that n*gga Vinnie Paz in cahoots?, "G"
Who kick the wicked sh*t graphic and deadly
Got the kids buyin' f*ckin' furry hats and machetes?, n*gga