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g-mo skee - laughin at you كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: vinnie paz]
the right deadly, trust me
you don’t want it with the left hand
the chopper always by my f-cking side like it’s my best man
scared and nauseated cause he never saw a dead man
sh-tting on hisself this motherf-cker need a bedpan
dare iz a dark side? reggie n0ble, redman
stove pipe fully automatic but the deck jam?
taylor rock told me it was yours and made a def jam
he ain’t see a winner in forever like a meth fan?
???? tinted out maxima
the knife is sharp i stick it in his body like a catheter
me and you is like a dumpy version shark
you shouldn’t come to philly cause it’s ugly and it’s dark
these dummies is my sons i send ’em to bed hungry
i pack a shotty and stack the bodies like ted bundy
flesh of my flesh blood of my blood is higher than astronaut
this dummy like to laugh a lot i pop him at the traffic stop

[chorus: the jokerr]
hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hahhh
(ha, yeah! we laughing at you!)
b-tch! we just (laughing at you)
you can hear it on the block when they ask if ya hot
ok, everyone together now
nahhhhh
hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hahhh
look! n-gga we (laughing at you)
we ain’t taking ya serious, b-tch!
we just (laughing at you!)
you can say what you want, but the fact still remains
real n-ggas ain’t f-cking with (y’all)

[verse 2: g-mo skee]
the doc said i need meds for my psychosis
but i k!lled his -ss because he refused to prescribe doses
the day pandora’s box got pried open
they ain’t find sh-t inside but my red eyes glowing
i’m the real devil and y’all n-gga’s rejects
i keep dead bodies hanging from chains like a swingset
i just bought some new shoes to match your tnt vest
i press the f-cking b-tton now you extinct with the t-rex
me and nelson mandela are polar opposites
f-ck peace, f-ck you and f-ck the whole continent
i grab a politician by his throat, take his oxygen
and choke-slam him from the top of the washington monument
the head of my sledgehammer is gold
i tie a motherf-cker down then i shatter his skull
his gray matter splattered my clothes
and as soon as he dies i grab a jar and capture his soul, n-gga!

[chorus]

[verse 3: the jokerr]
yo i’m kind of intimidated
cause g-mo skee and vinnie in beast-mode it
rap’s an art form and so full of ego
i gotta deliver or vinnie’s gonna think i’m feeble
and g-mo might have my say n-gga p-ss repo?
i’m on the chorus already they’ve heard my voice now
and magic ninja entertainment plays to such a large crowd
i can’t f-ck this up! what am i gonna do!?
(man, shut the f-ck up and rip that sh-t)
alright cool, n-gga
each one of my b-lls is bigger than bane’s deltoids
sometimes i catch ’em sneaking off to health clubs to sell ‘roids
it’s getting troublesome it’s like they got their own agenda
(i caught ’em hooking up with lady n-ts-cks on scr-t-m tindr)
(what the f-ck?)
the sh-t’s embarr-ssing, it’s frustrating, i’m over it
no matter what i do they just keep on growing and growing
to the point that they’re like two mountains with snow on ’em
sometimes i wake up to a little dutchman on top of one of ’em yodeling (what the f-ck?)
it’s so ridiculous they always get me into sh-t
and i gotta do damage control and clean up all of their messes
i wind up looking like a b-tch and sh-t, i’m sick of it
i’m sitting here up in the studio with a predicament
my b-lls are all in my way i can’t even reach the board to mix this sh-t!
(what the f-ck?!)
you know what it’s like living with all that!?
the handicap sign isn’t a guy in a wheelchair
it’s me sitting on my ball sack! (wtf?!)
so fall back! before authorities find you at the end of a giant trail of ball tracks
with your jaw cracked, while i’m laughing at you!

[chorus]

[skit:]
why…why, filthy wonka? what the f-ck is wrong with you? did no one love you as a child? you just made me k!ll someone, i… what is wrong with this place?
why have you created this? what happened to you?
[filthy wonka] wait… let me ask you a question. why yo -ss still alive? -gunshot-
[remaining members] sh-t!
[filthy wonka] now let me answer this n-gga’s question for y’all
i hate every motherf-cking thing
i’m mad every day
i eat my dinner mad
i kneel down in front of my bed i say mad prayers
i go to sleep mad
n-gga i have mad dreams
i count mad sheep
and when i wake up in the morning…
you guessed it
i wake up mad

- g mo skee

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