Filthnificent lyrics

[Chorus]
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n*gga G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
And everywhere he go, he digging in b*tches draws like
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n*gga G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
Any time any place , he's ready to get it on
Woah

[Verse 1]
It's the G to the M-O
Finna pee on your demo
f*ck up your self esteem and throw your dreams out the window
Team full of sickos
Skeet for the nymphos
Beef? We leave n*ggas extinct with the Flintstones
Ever since I wrote a flow
I ain't going broke
Pop up in your city n*ggas think they saw Jehova's ghost
Coast to coast I'm hitting states with the flames
When you n*ggas start touring it'll be snakes on a plane
b*tch f*ck your record label and f*ck your history
Buzzsaw make your f*cking guts fall instantly
If I'm at a show you know I come to cause injury
Turn my enemies into unsolved mysteries
This sh*t is foul
If you brave, stick around
Intestines hit the ground when you get disembowled
Say I ain't got a wicked style?
You n*ggas in denial
Charlie Sheen has aids? I'm the n*gga winning now
[Chorus]
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n*gga G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
And everywhere he go, he digging in b*tches draws like
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n*gga G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
Any time any place , he's ready to get it on
Woah

[Verse 2]
I'm the degenerate
You're finna get
Familiar with
Now listen b*tch
The sh*t you spit is hit or miss
I'm a gorilla pimp dressed in the dopest gear
Treating hoes like Scorpion: "b*tch get over here"
Bite my raps? I fight back with a spiked bat
Nine inch nails impale your face n*gga bite that
I'm cold as an ice pack
Cold as an eskimo gang bang in an igloo with icicles on my sack
I sell filth to kids in the park
My sh*t is dope so I tell 'em like Principle Clark
"You smoke crack don't ya?"
Well n*gga give it a spark
Don't be surprised if you take one hit and you barf
'Cause f*cking with me is like reaching under the sink
Grabbing the bleach and pouring yourself something to drink
b*tch I'm still running the streets
And I keep a sl*t on the beach
A drugged-up single mother in heat
Now that's filth
[Chorus]
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n*gga G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
And everywhere he go, he digging in b*tches draws like
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n*gga G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
Any time any place , he's ready to get it on