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g-mo skee & stu bangas - autistic كلمات أغنية

[intro: g_mo skee]
huh! yuh! you know who the f_ck it is, n_gga! g_mo skee! stu bangas! look! yeah!

[verse 1: g_mo skee]
n_gga, you a sacrificial lamb
a d_mn accident that planned parenthood didn’t can
think you stand the slimmest chance? instagram f_cked up your attention span
or you smoked the same sh_t that k!lled a man
i spit resin from diesel, i’m nemesis from resident evil
folding p_ssies like stretches and kegels
tell me i’m not wiggin’, i eat more f_ckin’ rappers
than the astroworld travis scott entrance when they walk in it (bars!)
seein’ apparitions when i’m kickin’ back at home
’cause i write my raps on a tablet in the catacombs (smokin’!)
at indian burial grounds, lampin’ with navajos
i had a soul but i lost it shootin’ cr_ps in babylon (seven!)
you could be the greatest rapper though
’cause the higher a monkey climbs the more he expose his batty hole
these conscious rappers think they makin’ hits
wait a minute, i calculated and they ain’t sayin’ sh_t

[chorus: g_mo skee]
you n_ggas ain’t artistic (nah!)
you n_ggas is autistic (b_tch!)
and if you don’t think i’m raw, you gettin’ my bars twisted (stupid!)
and if you want war, my n_ggas is all with it
you n_ggas ain’t artistic (nah!)
you n_ggas is autistic (dummy!)
and if you don’t think i’m raw, you gettin’ my bars twisted (hah!)
and if you want war, my n_ggas is all with it (boom! boom! boom!)
[verse 2: kvng moses]
you woke rappers get put to sleep when i babysit
f_ckin’ with uncle moses, i bust a nut on your auntie’s lip
feelin’ creative, so first you drowned in a tank of p_ss
and i watch your ass turn from red to blue like you was fakin’ crip
light skinned n_gga but i promise you i’m not as friendly
lots of finnies thinkin’ sh_t is sweet but life’s no box of twinkies
moses comin’ with smoke, you better block the chimney
i’m hotboxin’ with santa with three hoes who like to guard their glizzy
here’s my advice for any rapper tryin’ to plot against me
that’s the closest you’ll ever be to tupac and biggie
my wife and i take your b_tch for food and massage her titties
box the kitty, leave her at your dad’s and take your mama with me
don’t show me love when i know you hatin’
like oh you made it. i love the verse you did for joyner lucas too. bro, it’s amazing
i’ll uppercut you then choke you out with a folded apr_n
chef boyardee here to cook you all in the stove with bacon (crispy!)
you motherf_ckers can’t rap with moses
my last opponent was sacrificed to stu to leave a verse on his track, it’s over (now!)
you have no home here, n_gga, and i attack the homeless
if you haven’t noticed, k!llin’ off y’all who rappin’ bogus

- g mo skee stu bangas

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