Go Out ft. G-Mo Skee lyrics

(Sketch)
Ight G-Mo
Y’all can call me the white Deebo the way I disconnect and hack Rebecca Black’s neck in half
And I’m with the black Jason Vorhees
What the f*ck? There’s barely any coke in these blunts you think you can lace ‘em more please?
I’m rougher than an Asian whore’s knees
When I shove my tongue down your girl’s throat, she’s tastin’ 40’s
I fall in love with every chick that sucks and f*cks
I raped a twenty-dollar hooker and gave her a hundred bucks
It’s safe to say I lost an investment, I’m a boss but I’m dressed in rags
Rockin’ the opposite of a tux
I’m goin’ through sh*t, f*ck a positive message
I’m cold and ruthless, I hope my music causes depression
My pistol’s on my temple but I’m scared to fire
When I’m gettin’ head I pinch my nipples with a pair of plyers
I wear a wire, I’m snitchin’ on my own crew
To stay outta jail, there’s nothin’ I won’t do
I’ll take a rich rapper’s wife, and b*tch slap her twice
c*m inside her and kill her, give her kids afterlife

(Hook)
I’d kill whore I spot on the billboard
Top hundred/hunter?, but if I got it without killin’ I’m not wanted
Havin’ a loud moth in this rap sh*t, you could get shot from it (x2)
(My n*gga that’s the way I go out)
(No doubt)
(G-Mo Skee)
In school, I was the stupidest
sh*t, the smartest thing I did was hogtie the student, they all died in unison
If your b*tch don’t wanna get stalked by a hooligan
Tell her to stop wearin’ the small tights and bloomers then
They call me two-face for cuttin’ off a dude’s face
And strappin’ it on my head, like a mask with a shoelace
Robbed Wells Fargo, and the Wa.Mu. Bank
And held Amanda Knox hostage and killed her roommate
It’s too late to get a job, I chose the dark side
Every customer has to be an as*h*le or smart guy
At the grocery store, where I work part-time
I’ll put a grenade in your cart and watch your body parts fly
On an icy road I’ll let the f*ckin’ car slide
Collide with a yellow bus, and watch all the retards die
I push a hard line
When the told me only I could prevent forest fires, I tried to start five

(Hook x2)

(Sketch)
Just as soon as I walk in the door, I try to pick a chick
That looks like she’ll lick a di*k, quick to stick my c*ck in a whore
I once told a hooker I’m in love with her fine ass
Now I sip on some of her blood in a wine glass nightly
I might be a slightly retarded chingus
Off the wall, got the softest balls, but the hardest p*nis
I eat all the drugs when the pigs come
Then next thing I’m higher than if I was sittin’ on a see-saw with Big Pun
I got some flowers I can send your lady after I stash her cadaver where it belongs, with Brenda’s baby
It’s surprisin’ to hear me spit
I’ll leave all of you pussies bleedin’ like when women are synchronizin’ their period
f*ck the swag sh*t, my rap style’s dirty
I’ll take a shot of vodka and chase it with wild turkey
I belong in a straitjacket
I went to prison once, I raped a dude then I killed myself ‘cause I hate faggots
(Hook x2)