When Did It Become Cool To Be A Sick Fuck?

[Intro] And so it was written, young G-Mo was to set off on his quest to fuck a couple of cows, and tip them over [Verse 1] Yo, when did it become cool to be a sick fuck? I'm on 23rd with six bucks to get my dick sucked Looking for the cheap bitches Found a crack whore with her teeth missin But she did it for free, winning Lasted three minutes, killed her in the worst way To get my money back but I ain't pay her in the first place According to this ID it's her birthday Now she's in the furnace and I'm headed to the church play I was born ill and I won't conform still Too busy shootin' a porn film in a corn field All you corny rappers need to get a force field I let the sword spill your guts, show you how the floor feels Tombstone pile-drive you on the cement Now your ass is laid out and not breathing Wake up in the street and you don't even remember the fucking reason Why you was there in the first place talking shit and beefing All I want is a million views on YouTube And a sloppy blowjob every blue moon But instead I'm slept on like a pissy mattress Big titty bad bitches never give me action Speakin' of action, I'm watching your house bitch And I don't like the outfit that you picked out, switch Into the hot skirt, and the "I Love Cock" shirt But make sure you shave your twat first I got the filth movin' like clockwork There's no use in telling me stop sir My potty mouth is bound to get a lot worse Gave a horse an abortion, euthanized it and torched it Had sex with both of the corpses and came to my performance Covered in blood and organs, but still tore it down: Like a poster of Justin Biebs Mad tricks up my sleeve, David Blaine in his teens When I leave, you haters come together like ass cheeks And talk as much shit as you can through your damn teeth But keep speaking, I'll hide your spouse In the motherfucking dungeon inside my house Come back after a week, untie her mouth Then face fuck the bitch 'till her eyes pop out Motherfucker!