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’/
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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
The FILTHIEST rapper from the Bay Area of California, G-Mo Skee is beginning to take the world by storm with his self-made genre of Hip Hop, the fans like to call it FiLTH!
Listen at your own risk.
Absoulutly love R.A but sorry to say fellas -
F*u** I.T and his communnism complex/tds -Using R.A's platform to epouse it.Fantastic album anyway Cold Rollins