f*ck It All Up lyrics

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
I'm a hot mess
You ain't seen a bully ever since the days of Ron Artest
Lyrically, I'm Rhymefest, you're Nas X in a prom dress (b*tch)
Before I spit and start slaying emcees, my head rotates 180 degrees
Facing the opposite way of my knees (f*ck)
Then I just start saying these things!
You've been a fairy, you're Ben and Jerry's
My sh*t is scary, Pet Cemetery (Feel me)
You b*tch compare me to a shotgun that's stocked up with incendiaries
I'm an animal with giant balls, a tiger paw and a lion's jaw
When I come across a real goat, I apologize then I wipe it off (Haha)
b*tch n*gga drop a diss joint, and I'm on your ass likе hemorrhoids (n*gga)
Get ran over whеn I jump the curb in a Land Rover, that's ten points
My old hoes call me Jabba the Hutt (Why?)
'Cause I chained all of 'em up
"Surviving G-Mo Skee", premiering on HBO I'll be dogging a sl*t
Thanos with his palm in the glove
Rap careers get dissolved into dust
Inf boys only speak money, use an invoice if you're talking to us
Y'all n*ggas sound awful to us
Your mixtape's a blue waffle to us
Make sure the door on your party is shut
We coming through to f*ck all of it up!

[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
n*ggas running wild (We gon' f*ck it up!)
If we come to town (We gon' f*ck it up!)
In the underground (We gon' f*ck it up!)
We gon' f*ck it up, we gon' f*ck it up!
The local scene (We gon' f*ck it up!)
Even overseas (We gon' f*ck it up!)
Your b*tch ovaries (We gon' f*ck it up!)
We gon' f*ck it up, we gon' f*ck it up!
[Verse 2: Trizz]
If they throw a party and we not invited (What you gon' do n*gga?)
We gon' f*ck it up
Walk in like "what the f*ck is up?"
Talk sh*t and we gon' f*ck you up (Straight up)
High as f*ck going blunt for blunt
You wanna stunt with us? Then don't front with us
I told these n*ggas not to f*ck with us
Now they broke as f*ck and they ain't touching us
I don't be talking that sucka stuff
You better come correct if you come for us n*gga
Something tucked just to comfort us (Ayy)
Some protection is a f*cking must (Yeah)
I ain't been home in some f*cking months
And I don't know where I'm going 'cause I'm drunk as f*ck
Backstage with a f*cking sl*t
I think I want to f*ck (Yeah)
Now we're riding round in a f*cking truck
I'm swerving with my fingers up her butt
Damn I can't wait to get up in them guts (Yeah)
Bust me a nut 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Don't be a chump, we don't want them with us (Damn)
If you broke, you can't roll one, smoke one with us (Straight up)
It's all, accept you're not one of us
I'll die before I let a n*gga dome one of us
I done been quiet now I'm f*cking loud (Yeah)
I didn't calm down now I'm f*cking wild
I'm a as*h*le and I'm f*cking proud
And I'm still bringing out a f*cking crowd (Yeah)
It's going up and I'm f*cking down (Straight up)
Right here, right f*cking now (Yeah)
I ain't here for the f*cking smiles
If you f*ck around you gon' f*cking drown
[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
n*ggas running wild (We gon' f*ck it up!)
If we come to town (We gon' f*ck it up!)
In the underground (We gon' f*ck it up!)
We gon' f*ck it up, we gon' f*ck it up!
The local scene (We gon' f*ck it up!)
Even overseas (We gon' f*ck it up!)
Your b*tch ovaries (We gon' f*ck it up!)
We gon' f*ck it up, we gon' f*ck it up!

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I am not dead like a lot said
Rest in peace to the Philly Hip-Hop-Head
This is blocked red with the shots lead
Dedicated to keeping the opps fed
Where the cops dread (Wide)
They know that so much blood got shed (Died)
'Cause you make gang n*ggas drop bread (Riot)
If you ain't hooping or rapping or praying to Mecca like Ahmed (Bide)
Damn boss, me and Travis rich like Mortimer and Randolph
I laugh way weird, Jack Napier with a fat gray beard, the black Gandalf
Never slim gouda in this pay
Femme shooter, never a minute mane
Into her like a Ginsu, the nookie intruder, n*gga Dennis Quaid
A durn virtue and learned first who can rap n*gga
Stern curse you, I'ma burn circles 'til you turn purple, gnap n*gga
Mo and Tech with a killer song
In that ass like some b*tch's filler thong
If you peel up on me and Zilla wrong
You'll be floating dead up in your Billabong
N9na be close and bringing hell to thugs
I'm spittin' leaving them frozen 'til they melt to muds
To me Kristoff is a bit soft so I'm guessing you've gots to be Elsa, 'Bub
So go on with your naggin' ass crew
Mad I'm wit' ya b*tch and we're havin' katsu
Keep on wolfing I'ma send her, then you're gagging ragu
Gettin' raped by the girl with the dragon tattoo
[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
n*ggas running wild (We gon' f*ck it up!)
If we come to town (We gon' f*ck it up!)
In the underground (We gon' f*ck it up!)
We gon' f*ck it up, we gon' f*ck it up!
The local scene (We gon' f*ck it up!)
Even overseas (We gon' f*ck it up!)
Your b*tch ovaries (We gon' f*ck it up!)
We gon' f*ck it up, we gon' f*ck it up!