Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Laughin at You, artist - G-Mo Skee. Album song Chaly & The Filth Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
Laughin at You |
The right deadly, trust me |
You don’t want it with the left hand |
The chopper always by my fucking side like it’s my best man |
Scared and nauseated cause he never saw a dead man |
Shitting on hisself this motherfucker need a bedpan |
Dare iz a dark side? |
Reggie Noble, 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 |
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hahhh |
(Ha, Yeah! We laughing at you!) |
Bitch! |
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! |
Nigga we (laughing at you) |
We ain’t taking ya serious, bitch! |
We just (laughing at you!) |
You can say what you want, but the fact still remains |
Real niggas ain’t fucking with (y'all) |
The doc said I need meds for my psychosis |
But I killed his ass because he refused to prescribe doses |
The day Pandora’s box got pried open |
They ain’t find shit inside but my red eyes glowing |
I’m the real devil and y’all nigga’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 fucking button now you extinct with the T-Rex |
Me and Nelson Mandela are polar opposites |
Fuck peace, fuck you and fuck 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 motherfucker 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, nigga! |
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 nigga pass 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 fuck this up! |
What am I gonna do?! |
(Man, shut the fuck up and rip that shit) |
Alright cool, nigga |
Each one of my balls 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 nutsacks on scrotum Tindr) |
(what the fuck?) |
The shit’s embarrassing, 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 fuck?) |
It’s so ridiculous they always get me into shit |
And I gotta do damage control and clean up all of their messes |
I wind up looking like a bitch and shit, I’m sick of it |
I’m sitting here up in the studio with a predicament |
My balls are all in my way I can’t even reach the board to mix this shit! |
(what the FUCK?!) |
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! |
Why… why, Filthy Wonka? |
What the fuck is wrong with you? |
Did no one love you |
as a child? |
You just made me kill someone, I… what is wrong with this place? |
Why have you created this? |
What happened to you? |
Wait… let me ask you a question. |
Why yo ass still alive? |
*Gunshot* |
Shit! |
Now let me answer this nigga’s question for y’all |
I hate every motherfucking 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 |
Nigga I have mad dreams |
I count mad sheep |
And when I wake up in the morning… |
You guessed it |
I wake up mad |