G-Mo Skee - The Team G-Mo Anthem [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]
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

[Hook]
This is G.M.O. 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?

[Verse Two]
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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!

[Hook]