[Verse 1]
Now how many n***as you know came out the pussy drinkin' Jäger?
Ashin' blunts in his mom's cunt while she's in labor
A premature crack baby slash freak of nature
Born with deformity so they stored me in the incubator
It's bay business, I gay bash the gay fishes
Hate women, put them in the furnace and make skank biscuits
Twisted brain, these n***as thinking this shit's a game
'Til they see my house and the human decomposition stains
I've never been the n***a to ignore a feud
You don't wanna beef with this particular sort of dude
I don't think you have the testicular fortitude
Get your organs moved to the fridge where I store the food
And I only fuck with schizophrenic bitches
That'll slit they wrists if I left, I tell that heifer split it
Matter of fact, I recommend it, that's the best decision
Life sucks and I would be an asshole to let you live it

[Chorus]
Now who that n***a rippin' you and your crew?, "G"
Who make the nuthouse do what it do?, "G"
Now who could break a bitches pockets and purse
The most sadistic and twisted n***a that's walkin' the earth?, "G"

Now who could make you fuckin' puke in your soup?, "G"
Who make a mass murder shootin' look cute?, "G"
Now who could make you fuckin' strangle a hoe
And dangle her out of the window so they neighbors'll know, "G"
[Verse 2]
How many n***as you know kill whatever he rappin' on?
With more tracks than a fuckin' heroin addicts arm
Songs get shat upon, dick bigger than Omega Shenron
So your momma tried to gather my Dragon Balls (She nasty dog)
Ask them n***as in the psychiatric ward
G-Mo got 'em bouncin' off the walls and the padded floor
I give 'em medication that they never had before
Under the counter drugs, they couldn't find 'em at the store
I still got the midget army marchin'
All my fans go to jail for flippin' cars and arson
You never met an artist with more of a cult fan base
They get down, fuck around and get a grown man raped
This the type of music you can kick somebody's ass to
The type of music Brenda threw her baby in the trash to
The type of music bitches get sexually harassed to
The type of music terrorists burn American flags to

[Chorus]
Who lookin' for another human to chew?, "G"
Who sittin' in the court room in a suit?, "G"
Now who could make you take some acid and drive
Swerve into the wrong lane and kill a family of five?, "G"

Who mix 151 proof with the juice?, "G"
Who threw a fuckin' GameCube from the roof?, "G"
Now who could make you slap a teacher in class
Jump up out your fuckin' seat and start beatin' her ass?, "G"
[Verse 3]
How many n***as spit it so raw, when a n***a do it
You could probably get salmonella if you listen to it?
Make you take a bath when you finish with the music
Killin' trannies and fags for a sick amusement
N***a, we ain't the same breed of MC at all
If Trump builds a wall, I hope it's between me and y'all
This ain't my final form, watch G-Mo Skee evolve
Into a ten foot tall mythical wildebeest with claws
N***a, keep your ass home 'cause at night I'm lurkin'
I'll light a person on fire and watch 'em die a virgin
I rape bitches and murk 'em inside a white Suburban
I'm writin' verses and they pissin' off entire churches
So if you trying to get your buzz up with a diss
Hold hands and jump off the bay bridge with your clique
And if you see my n***as drivin' through where you live
Tuck your motherfuckin' chain in like Bruce Jenner's dick

[Chorus]
Now who that n***a took a deuce on your stoop?, "G"
Who make the Juggalos do what it do?, "G"
Who got the filth speadin' quick as the clap
Making pussy ass n***as scared to listen to rap?, "G"

Who killin' everything that move in the booth?, "G"
Who got that n***a Vinnie Paz in cahoots?, "G"
Who kick the wicked shit graphic and deadly
Got the kids buyin' fuckin' furry hats and machetes?, n***a