Laughin at You - G-Mo Skee, The Jokerr, Vinnie Paz

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