[Chorus]
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n***a G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n***a G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
Any time any place , he's ready to get it on
Woah

[Verse 1]
It's the G to the M-O
Finna pee on your demo
Fuck up your self esteem and throw your dreams out the window
Team full of sickos
Skeet for the nymphos
Beef? We leave n***as extinct with the Flintstones
Ever since I wrote a flow
I ain't going broke
Pop up in your city n***as think they saw Jehova's ghost
Coast to coast I'm hitting states with the flames
When you n***as start touring it'll be snakes on a plane
Bitch fuck your record label and fuck your history
Buzzsaw make your fucking guts fall instantly
If I'm at a show you know I come to cause injury
Turn my enemies into unsolved mysteries
This shit is foul
If you brave, stick around
Intestines hit the ground when you get disembowled
Say I ain't got a wicked style?
You n***as in denial
Charlie Sheen has aids? I'm the n***a winning now
[Chorus]
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n***a G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n***a G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
Any time any place , he's ready to get it on
Woah

[Verse 2]
I'm the degenerate
You're finna get
Familiar with
Now listen bitch
The shit you spit is hit or miss
I'm a gorilla pimp dressed in the dopest gear
Treating hoes like Scorpion: "Bitch get over here"
Bite my raps? I fight back with a spiked bat
Nine inch nails impale your face n***a bite that
I'm cold as an ice pack
Cold as an eskimo gang bang in an igloo with icicles on my sack
I sell filth to kids in the park
My shit is dope so I tell 'em like Principle Clark
"You smoke crack don't ya?"
Well n***a give it a spark
Don't be surprised if you take one hit and you barf
'Cause fucking with me is like reaching under the sink
Grabbing the bleach and pouring yourself something to drink
Bitch I'm still running the streets
And I keep a slut on the beach
A drugged-up single mother in heat
Now that's filth
[Chorus]
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n***a G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like
Woah
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the filthiest lyricist of them all?
They call that n***a G-Mo Skee; he spit it raw
Any time any place , he's ready to get it on