[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
I'm a hot mess
You ain't seen a bully ever since the days of Ron Artest
Lyrically, I'm Rhymefest, you're Nas X in a prom dress (Bitch)
Before I spit and start slaying emcees, my head rotates 180 degrees
Facing the opposite way of my knees (Fuck)
Then I just start saying these things!
You've been a fairy, you're Ben and Jerry's
My shit is scary, Pet Cemetery (Feel me)
You bitch compare me to a shotgun that's stocked up with incendiaries
I'm an animal with giant balls, a tiger paw and a lion's jaw
When I come across a real goat, I apologize then I wipe it off (Haha)
Bitch n***a drop a diss joint, and I'm on your ass likе hemorrhoids (N***a)
Get ran over whеn I jump the curb in a Land Rover, that's ten points
My old hoes call me Jabba the Hutt (Why?)
'Cause I chained all of 'em up
"Surviving G-Mo Skee", premiering on HBO I'll be dogging a slut
Thanos with his palm in the glove
Rap careers get dissolved into dust
Inf boys only speak money, use an invoice if you're talking to us
Y'all n***as sound awful to us
Your mixtape's a blue waffle to us
Make sure the door on your party is shut
We coming through to fuck all of it up!

[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
N***as running wild (We gon' fuck it up!)
If we come to town (We gon' fuck it up!)
In the underground (We gon' fuck it up!)
We gon' fuck it up, we gon' fuck it up!
The local scene (We gon' fuck it up!)
Even overseas (We gon' fuck it up!)
Your bitch ovaries (We gon' fuck it up!)
We gon' fuck it up, we gon' fuck it up!
[Verse 2: Trizz]
If they throw a party and we not invited (What you gon' do n***a?)
We gon' fuck it up
Walk in like "what the fuck is up?"
Talk shit and we gon' fuck you up (Straight up)
High as fuck going blunt for blunt
You wanna stunt with us? Then don't front with us
I told these n***as not to fuck with us
Now they broke as fuck and they ain't touching us
I don't be talking that sucka stuff
You better come correct if you come for us n***a
Something tucked just to comfort us (Ayy)
Some protection is a fucking must (Yeah)
I ain't been home in some fucking months
And I don't know where I'm going 'cause I'm drunk as fuck
Backstage with a fucking slut
I think I want to fuck (Yeah)
Now we're riding round in a fucking truck
I'm swerving with my fingers up her butt
Damn I can't wait to get up in them guts (Yeah)
Bust me a nut 'cause I don't give a fuck
Don't be a chump, we don't want them with us (Damn)
If you broke, you can't roll one, smoke one with us (Straight up)
It's all, accept you're not one of us
I'll die before I let a n***a dome one of us
I done been quiet now I'm fucking loud (Yeah)
I didn't calm down now I'm fucking wild
I'm a asshole and I'm fucking proud
And I'm still bringing out a fucking crowd (Yeah)
It's going up and I'm fucking down (Straight up)
Right here, right fucking now (Yeah)
I ain't here for the fucking smiles
If you fuck around you gon' fucking drown
[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
N***as running wild (We gon' fuck it up!)
If we come to town (We gon' fuck it up!)
In the underground (We gon' fuck it up!)
We gon' fuck it up, we gon' fuck it up!
The local scene (We gon' fuck it up!)
Even overseas (We gon' fuck it up!)
Your bitch ovaries (We gon' fuck it up!)
We gon' fuck it up, we gon' fuck it up!

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I am not dead like a lot said
Rest in peace to the Philly Hip-Hop-Head
This is blocked red with the shots lead
Dedicated to keeping the opps fed
Where the cops dread (Wide)
They know that so much blood got shed (Died)
'Cause you make gang n***as drop bread (Riot)
If you ain't hooping or rapping or praying to Mecca like Ahmed (Bide)
Damn boss, me and Travis rich like Mortimer and Randolph
I laugh way weird, Jack Napier with a fat gray beard, the black Gandalf
Never slim gouda in this pay
Femme shooter, never a minute mane
Into her like a Ginsu, the nookie intruder, n***a Dennis Quaid
A durn virtue and learned first who can rap n***a
Stern curse you, I'ma burn circles 'til you turn purple, gnap n***a
Mo and Tech with a killer song
In that ass like some bitch's filler thong
If you peel up on me and Zilla wrong
You'll be floating dead up in your Billabong
N9na be close and bringing hell to thugs
I'm spittin' leaving them frozen 'til they melt to muds
To me Kristoff is a bit soft so I'm guessing you've gots to be Elsa, 'Bub
So go on with your naggin' ass crew
Mad I'm wit' ya bitch and we're havin' katsu
Keep on wolfing I'ma send her, then you're gagging ragu
Gettin' raped by the girl with the dragon tattoo
[Chorus: G-Mo Skee]
N***as running wild (We gon' fuck it up!)
If we come to town (We gon' fuck it up!)
In the underground (We gon' fuck it up!)
We gon' fuck it up, we gon' fuck it up!
The local scene (We gon' fuck it up!)
Even overseas (We gon' fuck it up!)
Your bitch ovaries (We gon' fuck it up!)
We gon' fuck it up, we gon' fuck it up!