The Team G-Mo Anthem

I'm so hungry I could eat a
New born baby with cheese
No wonder why I suffer
From the rabies disease
I'll twist your head one
Hundred and eighty degrees
Have you looking like the
Exorcist lady with ease, please
If you don't want to see my crew go far
You can jump in front of
A train like Bruno Mars
I know you biting ass niggas
Wanna use those bars
Every lines phatter than a fucking sumo's arm
You go wave around your pistol
Like you go hard
Until my niggas draw four like the Uno cards
We use no guards at concerts
We getting half baked
Sucking on your baby momma's
Titties whilst she lactates
That fat skank smashed J cash and Nobe
Then she bought us a
Large pizza with anchovies
I got a hockey mask like I was a damn goalie
Now run for your life bitch
This is camp Mo-Skee

This is GMO you better spell it right
When did it become cool to be a sick fuck?
Now I'm back up in that ass like Lemmiwinks
Handicap killer, Handicap killer
I'll stab you with a needle welcome
To the world of aids
Bitch this is a mother fucking stick up
Stick up
Now I'm back up in that ass like Lemmiwinks
Handicap killer
Who gives a fuck what Timmy thinks?

I'm assassinating niggas like the Vatican
There's no specific pattern and
You could be European or African
Stick the gold cannon to the
Back of your abdomen
You could be Jennifer Lopez
Jennifer Anniston hitman for hire
And I'm eager to to get the job
Stick a blade through a niggas
Squad make a shish kebab
And weak bitches make sneak disses
You probably give your dad 3 kisses
A day on his cheek nigga
You pussys make me laugh, har dee har har
I got something for your
Stinking ass like Nardwuar
Quit wrasslin' you throw me in an arm bar
And I'mma DDT your ass on top of a parked car
Flow's hotter than the crucible
My rhymes are columbine boy you're
Just high school musical and at my funeral
When I'm asleep inside my coffin
Tell Keisha Cole to come give
Me a flight to Boston

You Jehovah's Witness bitches are
In the wrong porch
I'm in the house having sex
With a small horse
I'll fuck your bitch in some
Green Kermit the frog shorts
Now she's calling me every week for an encore
I've killed a thousand strangers but
I still want more i shot Power Rangers right
Before they all morphed
Now I'm driving drunk in
The fucking Mach Four
Crash the shit into your house
Get out and crawl forth
I got more gas than a damn lawn mower
You eat more ass than a damn blonde whore
I got the same pig mask that nigga Saw wore
You get your shit split fast
With a long sword
I got sixteen bullets and they're all yours
I lay a mother fucker down on the golf course
I'm he who should not be
Named from the wrong source
And Harry Potter better not
Come back to Hogwarts nigga!

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