Front Seat

G-Mo Skee

[Chorus]
You niggas want to witness the filth? Well I'mma really take you with me to kill
(Now get in the front seat)
Oh you think the shit I'm spitting is ill? Well wait til I slit the shit, and it spills
(While you in the front seat)
It's too late to try to get me to chill, matter of fact nigga give me the drill
(That shit's in the front seat)
I'mma show you how sadistic it feel, and gets gritty when rich-city gets real
(And you in the front seat)

[Verse 1]
Yo, dim the lights a bit
Motherfuckers know what time it is
I'm conducting experiments, an unlicensed scientist
Knife sharp enough to fight a fucking Leviathan
Wait for my patient's last breath then I siphoned it
Liquid nitrogen, in a ten gallon pot
Freeze a nigga's face then slam it on a countertop
You want Shock Rap? This is ten-thousand watts
Bitch I'm on stage giving G.G. Allin props
They calling me a chauvinistic masochist
I tell them I'm an entrepreneur-slash-philanthropist
Now watch me perform surgery on an acid trip
Causing accidents replacing organs with random shit
The African Honey Badger is ravenous
Slashing a bitch's abdomen then wrap it in bandages
Coast-to-cast, motherfuckers are vanishing
Now they're the filth factory sacrificial inhabitants

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
All you see is bloodshed when I drop a rhyme
My rap book look like the Necronomicon
When I open it ghosts come from behind the lines
All the souls from the foes I lyrically sodomized
I was my momma's little disaster
I'm sitting in a U-Haul truck getting plastered
This shit is packed to the limit full of pastors
And I'm fin'na dump it in a chemical reactor (Splash!)
Bitch I'm about to blow with insane raps
You and your crew can get a live grenade and play catch
I told Nobe(?) he can put the twelve-gauge back
I'm old-school, I'd rather strap a bitch to the train tracks
Two lesbians, Mary-Anne and Lisa
Say good-bye, one of them died from anesthesia
You call it a dead body, I call it an easy fuck
I'm Dr. Evil with his motherfucking pinkies up!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Decomposing bodies got 'em sitting criss-crossed style
Stitches on they face so I can make 'em all smile
Tongues removed, with the eyeballs gouged
You can smell the release of enzymes and compounds
Stand aside, you fin'na see a master mind
Make a masterpiece out of broken bones and shattered spines
Strategize on how to make 'em agonize
Fantasize about snuff porn until the camera died
You niggas better beware of a sick fuck
I'm cutting of silicone titties like Nip Tuck
This slut wanted implants but I was piss drunk
Fucked around and got my syringe stuck in the bitch butt
Niggas end up in a full body cast
Put 'em on a trolley then push 'em down the lobby fast
It's time to operate, where's my hockey mask
Now I'm eating guts for lunch in a salami bag

[Chorus]

[Skit:]
[White bitch crying] Why am I even here any more? I don't wanna live any more...
[Gunshot]
Whoa! Oh, shit! Yo!
This white bitch just blew her brains out, cuz!
Bro this shit cannot be happening, dog...
(Chaly: yo the factory is wild)
[Filthy Wonka: laughing manically]
I thought this is what y'all niggas wanted? I thought you wanted to see the filth, nigga! You can't handle the filth? Now who wants to go home? You want to go home, Chaly? You want to go home?
[Chaly] I-I mean, Well, I ... I on'-
[Filthy Wonka] Well that's too bad! You're in this shit now, boy! There's no turning back!
(Cue: Midget Army Skit)

Curiosidades sobre a música Front Seat de G-Mo Skee

Quando a música “Front Seat” foi lançada por G-Mo Skee?
A música Front Seat foi lançada em 2018, no álbum “Chaly & the Filth Factory”.

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