Hook: All hail the Final Boss/ I’m droppin’ red shells knockin niggas off/ And you can tell just by how I come across/ I’m ornery as hell and you finna take a loss/ Verse1: I done killed heroes on a couple occasions/ Took a few princesses, I was stuffin’ they faces/ Blood on my apron, niggas shouldn’t come to my sanctum/ Played the good guy wit’ Mario, hugged him and shanked um/ I transformed again, had another mutation/ Now I’m Soulja Boy’s console, nothin’ to play wit’/ And Im aimin’, finna hit the enemy hard/ Right in his head and unplug his memory card. Bang!/ The rap game is Hyrule and I’m Ganon/ You don’t exist in this bitch, you niggas non-canon/ Dressed like Voldo, the Soul Calibur combatant/ But you cant fuck wit’ G-Mo Skee, I’m God status/ Who the fuck you ‘sposed to be?/ Nigga you can copy my style like Shang Tsung, you still aint dope as me/ Bring Player 2, I’ll give you both the beats/ Now yall lookin’ like the Donkey Kong Country game over screen/ Nigga I can regenerate like Wolverine/ Blades comin’ out of my knuckles, and they goin’ SHING/ Lookin’ for the princess? I know the hoe/ In my fantasy, she was ridin’ my cock like a Chocobo/ Now that bitch chained up on the flo’/ She gone finish polishin’ this sword, then that hoe can go/ When me and ya girl done, I’m comin’ to World 1/ Huntin’ for yo ass wit’ a Gears of War gun. I’m the Final Boss!/ Hook: All hail the Final Boss/ I’m droppin’ red shells knockin niggas off/ And you can tell just by how I come across/ I’m ornery as hell and you finna take a loss/ x2 Verse2: Im comin’ at you rap boys strapped/ You gone think I took a canon off Blastoise back/ When it clap, it’ll send you where the Astroids at/ You need to play Epona’s song, where yo dam horse at?/ Get up outta here before you getcha back all cracked/ I’ll put the Hammer of Dawn to ya grandma’s hat/ Nigga Ima keep it real wit’ yall/ This is not Fortnite and I aint tryna build wit’ yall, I just wanna kill um all/ King Hippo, I’m heavy in the game/ Then mix him wit’ Kratos, I’m deadly wit’ a chain/ Why you run directly into treachery and pain?/ You niggas must’ve snorted a whole Legacy of Kain/ Finna get yall asses whipped. Watch Dog, Ima start hackin’ shit/ In the middle of traffic, cause a accident and laugh at it/ After I listen to you rap and spit/ I’ll ask, “would you kindly kill yourself” like Atlus did/ You underwater wit’ the fishes where Rapture is/ You know the drill, the Big Daddy here to snatch ya bitch/ You need to go find a health machine/ Before you die like Low Tier God’s self esteem/ Im only one call away to come help the team/ I told my niggas if they finna take a L then ring/ Im shootin’ Bullet Bills, you gone catch a shell wit’ wings/ Now so long gay Bowser, all hail the King! Im the Final Boss!/ Hook: All hail the Final Boss/ I’m droppin’ red shells knockin niggas off/ And you can tell just by how I come across/ I’m ornery as hell and you finna take a loss/ x2

Intro: Filth…FILTH! VERSE 1: All through the Bay slammin’ Cadillac doors/ Float through ya hood like UFO’s/ It’s the Filthman, tryna cop more sweets/ For some bomb ass weed that he got dirt cheap/ G-Mo’s a machine with the Armor Core/ Only fuck wit’ real G’s and carnivores/ Your verse would be hot if them bars was yours/ Inf Gang fucked your bitch and your mom’s a whore/ She’s on all fours, I fucked her in the butthole/ While your dad watched, he’s a cuckold/ I disgust hoes, when I bust flows/ They still swallow cum, when I unload/ Uh oh, did I offend you?/ Fuck yea, I’m offended by the shit too/ I need to be spanked by a giant 6’2/ Amazon bitch, if I continue/ Skip the semantics and all the antics/ I put classics on a compact disc/ Shit my pants, and still got my ass kissed/ Cuz I’m the illest nigga on the atlas/ Hey kids, you wanna see a hat trick?/ Abra Kadabra, get yo fuckin’ ass kicked/ Slap hella loud wit’ the windows down/ Bounce out the ride, 10 toes down/ I need my cheese when I’m in yo town/ And when I get money I hear Nintendo sounds/ (*picture of Mario coin*) I’m fuckin’ wit a fat slut overseas/ And I’m pissy drink, here go the keys/ She ate my ass like groceries/ Now she finna die from the G-Mo disease! Lets go!/ Hook: The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ It’s just like a virus/ First it went out of town/ Now the shit’s bound to spread for miles and miles/ The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ Verse2: I’m not a role model, so don’t follow in my steps/ If you was like me, we wouldn’t make progress/ Cuz I’m a hot mess, I’m the Loch Ness/ Monsta, yall could lick my ball sweat/ God dam, I need a brain transplant/ I see jokers everywhere like Batman/ Is that your notebook full of raps fam?/ Throw that mothafucka in a trash can/ I’m the type of nigga get revenge wit’ scissors/ Or duke it out ’til my fist is blistered/ Yall just pretenders, yall chicken tenders/ You go against me, have six elixirs/ Now who said I aint got real rap raw?/ They just talkin’ out they ass like CatDog/ That’s the last straw, I get the hacksaw/ Detach ya arm and use it to jack off/ Hook: The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ It’s just like a virus/ First it went out of town/ Now the shit’s bound to spread for miles and miles/ The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ Verse 3: I ride wit’ animals like The Life of Pi/ A couple goons wit’ guns and guys wit’ knives/ I’m a midget, we’ll never see eye to eye/ I’ll slice ya stomach open and climb inside/ Drove my whole life, never had a license/ Three words: ignant, savage, triflin’/ The raps I’m writin’ could attack a titan/ Go upside his head wit’ a flash of lightnin’/ I, lick breast for titty milk to ingest/ Then step in studios and spit fresh/ Benchpress the beat when my pen flex/ Pinky in her ass and rub her clit wit’ the index/ The princess is a 8 Bit cunt/ The bitch chose me, I couldn’t make this up/ I don’t need her, you can take this slut/ Kiss my 8 Bit ass, suck my 8 Bit nuts/ Hook: The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ It’s just like a virus/ First it went out of town/ Now the shit’s bound to spread for miles and miles/ The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/ The Filth goes round and round, the Filth goes round and round/

Intro: One. One two. I’ma just go in. Verse (G-Mo): Whats the point of raisin’ the bar? You couldn’t make it this far/ I’m like Chris Redfield, I found my place in the stars/ And I been spittin’ Twisted Metal straight from the heart/ Since Axel had two wheels restrainin’ his arms/ I’m goin’ hard for the top score you can’t touch/ I already beat the story, this the new game plus/ It was almost game over but my crew came clutch/ We back-back-down-square, fuckin’ Liu Kang up/ Time waits for no man, the Prince of Persia had stigma/ You runnin’ from the Dahaka but im finna clash wit’ um/ Steppin’ like DDR, you could never dance wit’ us/ And we finna go bananas on you monkey ass niggas/ Apply pressure, I speed by Eggbert/ Professor E Gadd type expert/ You betrayed the team like Wesker/  But first you made sure that you benefitted from everything in the network/ I took the road to dawn and my eyes was closed/ A blind fold on Riku, the light was gone/ I tell um like Hov, they tryna capitalize off Mo/ Like I dont see the demons inside of they Dark Souls/ Hook: Inf Gang in this thang and we runnin’ down/ You aint believe it but you seein’ how we comin now/ They use to hate us, don’t give a fuck if they love it now/ Hip Hop never died, it was hidin’ underground/ x2 Verse2 (Jae Harmony): I'm Gabriel Logan, lurking with the air tazer, can you feel the burn?/ Turn um to ashes to the point it couldn't fit the urn/ I'm Paul bearer in the Attitude Era/ Wit duel Desi's times 2, thats 4 50s, Juventud Guerrera/ Straight outta Tenchu, rhymes sharper than claymores/ But no free raps, my shit is dlc pack, you only get what you pay for/ & you can't afford that kind of tax/ My mom think that I'm a saint, but I'm Johnny Gat/ Niggas impressed by money & presidential rollies/ I just want the guns, the gore & Cannoli’s/ Follow the Legacy of Kain, pledging no allegiance/ I send em to the shadow-realm with this Soul Reaver/ Hassan chop your snot box, bitch im Yoshimitsu/ The most hated inda west, call me Colm O'driscoll/ So put ya chaos crystals in the bag/ Or me n G can take turns beatin’ yo ass, call it Tekken Tag/ Hook: Inf Gang in this thang and we runnin’ down/ You aint believe it but you seein’ how we comin now/ They use to hate us, don’t give a fuck if they love it now/ Hip Hop never died, it was hidin’ underground/ x2 Verse 3 (Cell): Don’t come around wit’ that opposition swagger/ (G-Mo): This that Gears of War shit, Cell blast the Gnasher/ (Cell): You niggas is full of shit, and yo ass is backwards/ My team is full of them legends that Ash couldn’t capture/ The heart of Rapture, seems to be reality/ Splicers surrounding me in a canopy screamin’ hella profanity/ Lookin’ like they really want beef/ I pop a senzu bean and run down like a stampede/ Handin’ um out like Paperboy, they eaten’ them up like Bok Choy/ Fuck wit the crew, you know what it do, the Infantry’s already deployed/ Look at the field then tell me it’s real, my people are runnin’ the game boy/ Aint nothin’ to do but lace up your shoes or pick up the cannon like Metroid/ I’m all in you can tell them it’s a bet/ You couldn’t seem me even if you was movin’ in the Omnideck/ Step in the ring, let me show you what it is/ A fury of fist will have him runnin’ back to his consciousness/ Hook x2

Intro: That aint Falco, nigga that aint Falco. You aint shit hahaha yo! Verse1: This is for them niggas that belong in a clown show/ Type of muhfuckas you don’t like to bring around folks/ That’s ya homie but he keep steppin’ outta bounds so/ You gotta help him, just stop him and tell him that aint Falco/ (THAT AINT FALCO) You knock a bad bitch and get the wild throat/ She a pro but she tell you keep it on the down low/ You tell ya homie and he lettin’ everyone around know/ Now she wont let you pound those, that aint Falco/ When you got beef wit’ some other mothafuckas/ And you find out ya homeboy fuckin’ wit’ them suckas/ The shit got you trippin’ cuz you loved him like a brotha/ But he playin’ both sides, undercover wit the bustas/   Hook: Nigga please you know that aint Falco!!!/ Verse2: You see a nigga that you loaned money to a while ago/ Flexin’ for the bitches wit’ a couple bust downs on/ You ask about ya money now that nigga got his mouth closed/ Actin’ like he runnin’ round broke, that aint Falco/ (THAT AINT FALCO) You hit a random party at the town homes/ And that shit lit, it’s goin’ down like the Dow Jones/ Ya boy start fightin’ some nigga he got it out fo’/ Because his bitch fucked around and chose, that aint Falco/ Then when it hit the fan and them niggas start shootin’/ But ya homeboy ran and he left you lookin’ stupid/ He got you in a jam and you aint even do shit/ All because the woman he trusted was dick suckin’ and choosin’/ Hook: Nigga please you know that aint Falco!!!/ Verse3:  This the part the fake friends, wanna shake hands, after they been/ Actin’ gay and, they see now you a made man, so they changin’/ Thinkin they problems is yo problems, and yo bands is they bands/ But wait man, you sound like Orichimaru the snake man/ Im tellin’ you now I aint fuckin’ wit’ yall, whatever the cause, you want it to fall/ Because of ya flaws, what is the problem? Let me guess, you wasn’t involved/ Fuck what you thought and what you was taught. You runnin’ ya jaws, you nothin’ but talk/ I don’t look forward to comin across that sucka shit, you rubbin it off!/ And that aint Falco, nigga

Intro: Yea. This one is dedicated to my bitch. Look. Verse1: Bitch I loved you, but you let them other niggas hit it/ I been chasin’ you relentless since I was livin’ in Richmond/ When I first met you, and I told you all my bidness/ What I was willin’ to do for you, there was No Limit/ And I get it, but if you can’t accept the help/ From a Nigga Wit A Attitude, Express Yaself/ I’ve been a Outkast, just a young Ghetto Boy/ Head full of Nappy Roots, you aint settlin’ for it/ I aint good enough? That’s why you stood me up?/ You actin’ Juvenile, killin me softly like the Fugees cut/ But you fuckin’ wit’ them/ Being Eazy at a party puttin’ Nutz on Ya Chin/ Its All Eyez On Me when I’m steppin’ inside/ Ever since you tried to leave I’ve been Ready To Die/ How petty am I? Bitch I’m bein’ ripped apart by it/ For this rap shit I feel like my heart’s dyin’/ Hook: My hearts dyin’/ For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/ Take it back when I first start rhymin’/ Never knew it would cause pain bitch my heart’s dyin’/ My hearts dyin’/ For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/ Never went gold, platinum, or hit the charts diamond/ They callin’ me underrated, my fuckin’ heart’s dyin’/ Verse2: I know the type of niggas you like/ The type of muhfuckas who can barely spit on the mic/ That’s gettin’ you hype, mumble rap niggas wit’ ice/ I don’t understand it maybe I aint listenin’ right/ I just wish I could rewind time, and change it/ Reintroduce myself like Hi My Name Is/ And spit somethin’ you can put inside ya playlist/ Instead you be listenin’ to Plies, your favorite/ I spend my days trapped in a office/ Tryin’ to write somethin’ that’ll have you scratchin’ ya noggin’/ Thinkin’ deeply but you treat me like a average artist/ Rappin’ my hardest, you just threw my tracks in the garbage/ That shits retarded. I know I’m one of the best/ You gone hate it while I’m livin’ but you’ll love it in death/ Fuck it I guess a nigga gotta die to be loved/ I’m lookin’ down wit a frown while I’m flyin’ above/ Bitch ma hearts dyin’/ Hook: My hearts dyin’/ For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/ Take it back when I first start rhymin’/ Never knew it would cause pain bitch my heart’s dyin’/ My hearts dyin’/ For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/ Never went gold, platinum, or hit the charts diamond/ They callin’ me underrated, my fuckin’ heart’s dyin’/

Hook: My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts/ Who you doubtin, us? You actin’ childish bruh/ Im talkin’ to ya baby mama and she down to fuck/ Ayo 6, hit this nigga wit the Galick Gun/ I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns/ You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts/ When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut/ Or you gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Catch a Falcon Punch/ You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Catch a Falcon Punch/ You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Verse:  I went Super Saiyan Filth, you dont know that form/ Im hard as Leisure Suit Larry in a co-ed dorm/ When my eyes glow red boy you know thats war/ I’ll leave the fuckin Hydra wit’ no heads on/ Bitch Im Crash wit’ the jetpack I jet fast across the stage/ Solid Snake makin’ ya snap, you Johnny Cage/ Nigga im Shao Khan and I’m dickin’ down songs/ Wit’ Sephiroth’s sword, its ‘bout a mile long/ I got a military bitch wit’ a large tech/ A bird wit ‘a stick, that shit is Far Fetch’d/ Aint no competition left for me to fight against/ You gon’ see a shark bite a Goldeen type of fish/ I heard yo mama love eatin’ protein sausages/ Swallowin more chili dogs than Team Sonic is/ I got the same hidden strength a dope fiend harnesses/ You gon need 7 lights and 13 darknesses/ Just to rap as strong, i got jagged horns/ Im the dragon born, you just a Capricorn/ Im sendin niggas to the clouds like data dog/ When I take Barret’s canon arm And attach it on/ Hook: My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts/ Who you doubtin, us? You actin’ childish bruh/ Im talkin’ to ya baby mama and she down to fuck/ Ayo 6, hit this nigga wit the Galick Gun/ I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns/ You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts/ When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut/ Or you gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Catch a Falcon Punch/ You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Catch a Falcon Punch/ You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Verse2: Heard yo baby mama got me on replay/ I’m about to bend it over and beat it up like I was CJ, GTA/ Grand Theft Asshole, your wife let me Smash Bro./ She left cum sliding down my pipe like Mario, sad bro/ Sad to know that that’s what yo woman’s really on/ When I’m clappin’ the cheeks Ima tag G-Mo Skee in like Diddy Kong, she said my dick is really long/ Dig-Duggin’ it, shut the club up like Galaga/ I use to skip Algebra to smoke weed and play X-Kaliber/ On NES, iff any flex too hard they meet the caliber/ Seuss Mace be the final boss not a miscellaneous challenger/ And a homicidal maniac with yo death date on my calendar/ Even if she look like Bowser, I get the top and throw a towel at her/ Mothafuckas try to cross me like Frogger they end up road kill/ Fuckin the frog’s widow, she bitin’ the pillow because this toad ill/ Servin’ great dick in 8 Bit like a mothafuckin Tamagotchi/ Jump in the pussy and beat a nigga’s ass lookin’ like Heihachi/ Yoshimitsu how she jumpin’ on my sword wit’ efficiency/ I call her Zelda, when she comes around my Link’s Awakening/ I been around a minute so I play the game wit’ proficiency/ If you get outta pocket you’ll need an Orthodontist for teeth straightening, cuz ahhhh/ Hook: My niggas countin’ up, smokin’ a thousand blunts/ Who you doubtin, us? You actin’ childish bruh/ Im talkin’ to ya baby mama and she down to fuck/ Ayo 6, hit this nigga wit the Galick Gun/ (6 refers to The Gawd Six Seconds) I heard ya mixtape, that shit was soundin’ buns/ You gettin’ tea bagged on the ground wit’ a pound of nuts/ When you see me, just make sure ya mouth is shut/ Or you gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Catch a Falcon Punch/ You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Catch a Falcon Punch/ You gone fuck around and catch a Falcon Punch/ Verse3 (UBI): You can either rock hard or stay soft/ How many pop stars top charts then fade off? They not far from laid off/ Workin’ like a slave then I jot bars on days off/ Snappin’ like a zombie when they chop arms and legs off/ A lot of winners losin, might have fought hard but they lost/ Organized confusion yeah we not far from chaos/ Pop a round, aimin’ at me miss. Heard he way off/ Crooks cookin’ books look legit, Bernie Madoff/ Bitchin’ bout the boss but they aint tryin’ to pay the cost/ In the kitchen talkin’ shit, they aint tryin’ to make a sauce/ Wrestlin’ with rascals is a hassle like David Hoff/ Deadly like a Romanov, take em back to ravenloft/ Runnin’ for their wretched life, they cannot escape the fog/ I may be odd, either way it goes you gotta pay me God/ You are now inside the house of the rising sun/ Run and hide, none survive the flood when Poseidon come/ I lick a shot without a bit of stress, hit direct/ With the coordination of Chrono Trigger triple techs/ Ocelot revolver body droppin’ count em up/ Knock em down, power up and hit em with the Falcon punch!!/ Hook

Hook:  Look at all the pain that the road did/ Never was the same after show biz/ Did a nigga change? Yea I sho’ did/ But so did everybody I was close wit’/ I guess that’s the result when you go big/ And you don’t really know what self control is/ No family, no fans, no friends/ All alone on my own, call me Skull Kid/ (The Final Boss has a weakness? He’s alone.) Verse1:  These days hangin’ out aint my cup of tea/ It’s like my best company is a fuckin’ beat/ God told me in a dream not to be ashamed/ I was born alone so I’ll come how I came/ A lot of people claim to be there for me/ But I don’t trust human beings so I’m seldom seen/ I just sit here alone and inhale my weed/ Shit it’s been a long time since I felt some peace/ I felt the need to leave and seclude myself/ But am I safe wit’ me? I abuse my health/ And I seem to spend a lot of time inside my head/ Dwellin’ on my shortcomings, its a life of dread/ Before I go to sleep kiss my daughter on the cheek/ She don’t know her papa has been feelin’ kinda weak/ I try to wear a smile, try to hide it underneath/ Cuz at the end of the day, I still gotta get the cheese/ Feelin’ like my raps are means to a end/ My only reason to live bein’ here wit’ the kids/ It is what is, and the kids are all that I need/ To get by day to day in this life that I lead/ It’s like a disease, maybe I’m just antisocial/ Cuz I don’t get along wit people like I’m supposed to/ Im better off when it’s just me, and no you/ Isolation is just one of the things that I go through/ Hook:  Look at all the pain that the road did/ Never was the same after show biz/ Did a nigga change? Yea I sho’ did/ But so did everybody I was close wit’/ I guess that’s the result when you go big/ And you don’t really know what self control is/ No family, no fans, no friends/ All alone on my own, call me Skull Kid/ Verse2: Will you speak at my funeral?/ And tell everybody you think I was beautiful?/ Or will you no show for the things that I do to you/ I lost one friend didn’t think I would lose a few/ And I realized I don’t visit family much/ Because I’m too busy focusin’ on rappin’ and such/ Aint seen ma aunties or uncs in like thousands of months/ Cuz I’m away from everybody livin’ out in the cuts/ I wish I could explain the pain I feel/ I’m misunderstood to this day for real/ Like Everythang changed when I gained appeal/ All the days I chilled wit’ the gang and illed/ But now I’m gettin’ older and its gettin’ more challenging/ The reality of mortality/ Is makin’ me work hard, it’s bringin’ more out of me/ I just wanna leave my daughters a hunnid thousand each/ So I’m out of reach, aint left the house in weeks/ Just tryna write it out before I’m pronounced deceased/ Before I’m carried to Valhalla by the Valkyries/ I vow to be the opposite of what you made me out to be/ And when I’m gone, just listen to my tape and smile/ Because I’m safe wit’ God, I’m his favorite child/ Im sorry, is it too late to say it now?/ Maybe when you get to heaven we can break it down/ Hook:  Look at all the pain that the road did/ Never was the same after show biz/ Did a nigga change? Yea I sho’ did/ But so did everybody I was close wit’/ I guess that’s the result when you go big/ And you don’t really know what self control is/ No family, no fans, no friends/ All alone on my own, call me Skull Kid/

On the last episode in World 8/ I was ‘bout to kill the Hero but he fuckin’ escaped/ I been lookin’ for that nigga for a couple of days/ Tell him that I got the princess, Ima nut on her face/ Where the fuck is he?/ I already destroyed one city/ Ima take his Master Sword and give him a Buck 50/ Rippin off his mouth skin, stretch him like Dhalsim/ The same way they drowned Ben, thats how Ima drown him/ Man I swear to God this nigga is runnin’/ I done searched every muhfuckin’ temple and dungeon/ From Rapture to Columbia that’s sittin’ above it/ I cant find this nigga nowhere, I’m gettin’ disgusted/ But guess what? I heard about a Twisted Metal Tournament/ Whoever survives the shit wins and they earn a wish/ And After I won there was no mo’ waitin’/ I told Calypso take me to the heoro’s location/ I was teleported straight to where this fucker was livin’/ World 1 his hometown, yea his humble beginnins/ Started knockin’ down buildings, ate a couple of Christians/ Now I’m tellin’ yall mothafuckas to go get him/ Or Ima get yall! First Im cuttin’ all the womans’ tits off/ And im cuttin’ off the mens’ balls, you can’t hit pause/ And all the kids gone be sent off in airships, brought/ To World 8 and they gone get taught how to pitfall/ Then all a sudden the clouds split/ And the hero appeared, holdin’ a sword, wit’ a new outfit/ Wit’ bombs, boomerangs, shields, and all type of wild shit/ I snatched his ass out the air and threw him to the ground quick/ Hook: Im the Hero Hunter/ And I’m finna put the mothafuckin’ hero under/ Do you have his email, what’s that negro’s number?/ If you talk to him, tell that nigga G-Mo comin’/ x2  Verse2: Yea bitch I gotcha/ Now yo ass layin’ on the ground, you startin’ to look a little like Yamcha/ Then to my surprise he got up wit’ more Chakra/ I was shocked like Blanka in a hot tub/ This nigga had his fist balled up/ And he said, “G-Mo Ima make you pay for the pain you brought us/ You been fuckin’ the princess, my seven baby mamas/ You threw my little brother in lava and Ima stop ya”/ Thats when he propped up/ Then ran towards me at the speed of light and hit me in the chest wit’ the force of a shotgun/ Okay you guts, but dont think you hot stuff/ You threw a nice punch, it landed, but I did not budge/ And now I hope you knowin’ the odds/ Because that wasn’t even me, that was a phony mirage/ Im behind you in the sky like the ultimate God/ And I’m finna throw a barrage, so I hope you can dodge/ As I begin to spray/ This nigga ran fast as a crackhead late to the Free Crack Giveaway/ Tryna getaway, I left the whole path in a blaze/ Then I scanned the terrain for that hoe ass nigga’s face/ He tried to sneak attack me but I parried/   Grabbed him by his throat and told him he gone die and get buried/ Snapped his neck and let his body drop lifeless and wary/ But before he could hit the ground he was revived by a fairy/ Alright you little bitch, now I’m gettin’ pissed/ So witness my final form, I’m about to end this shit/ I transformed into a giant monster wit’ the biggest dick/ But he transformed too! What kinda shit is this?/ His power rose 100 and 10 percent/ Now we clashin’ in the clouds goin’ fist for fist/ Shockwaves crumblin’ the mountains and the cliffs to bits/ Until I caught his hand and I had to twist his wrist/ What you in a panic for?/ Didn’t you escape in that time machine from Capsule Corp?/ Now you have a Master Sword, Keyblade, a Shadow Form?/ Well none of it matters, now say goodbye faggot! Ughhhh!/ Stabbed by the princess!? Ratchet whore!/ …..The citizens have a magic orb/ A portal appeared, sucking wit’ a massive force/ I stabbed my sword in the ground, to grapple on/ Seal me away? Yall some hoes/ I’ll be back…ready to go/ And Ima put somethin’ on you…so deadly and cold/ I cant hold on any longer…just let me…noooooooooooooooo/ Hook: He’s the G-Mo hunter/ The Hero that finally put G-Mo under/ Will the Final Boss return? Somethin’ we both wonder/ If he do come back everything gone suffer/ x2