(Hook: Deloosion)

Raw with a message

When you listen to my music, I truly hope it causes depression

And suicidal thoughts, cocking the Wesson

Give a kiss to all of your weapons, drop a pedestrian

(x2)

(G-Mo Skee)

Yeah, G-Mo. Yo

I hope my music makes you wanna take a ton of acid

Get ass naked and run into oncoming traffic

Your wife wants to become an actress

So I gave her plastic surgery, the operation was disastrous!

Inf Gang, we shoot porn inside vans with bitches so fat, we gotta use a wide lense

I drive a car that somebody died in

At the drive in, but I still bought it for five bands

I like to bang ‘till the ovaries hang, and keep goin’

Even though I know she’s in pain

I rose from the grave, a zombie shootin’ dope in my vein

Pissed off ‘cause at my funeral, nobody came

Fuck it!

I’m bustin’ nuts ‘till your momma is pregnant

Her titties lactatin’, her esophagus stretches

Fuck goin’ platinum, this is not a profession

Don’t listen to my music, it causes depression

(Hook x2)

(Sketch)

I’m the wickedest from Houston

I’m spittin’ shit as sick as it comes

Ridiculous puns with the flick of this tongue

Speakin’ a talk is sorta like lickin’ a cunt

Except I use a fork and knife when I’m eatin’ a twat

The way I feast on you pussies

I’d even dine on a vagina if it was leakin’ a lot of yeast and was bushy

This is a fair warnin’: if ya step outta line I’ll make your family feel like they just woke up when they're mournin’

My eyes are red I’m lookin’ like a demon in hell

Cause I’m buzzin’ off of nic

Like Kenan and Kel

I stay fiendin’ an L, I scream and I yell

I drank some promethazine but instead of leanin’, I fell

I’m never flippin’ birds or turnin’ feathers

But these narcotics get my car spotted by units with German shepherds

After slayin’ your men, I'ma chop ‘em in sections

I’ll say it again: I hope my music causes depression

(Hook x2)

(J.C. the Cancer)

When you hear the track smack you duckin’ like Mayweather

The gays fly away like birds of the same feather

The predators prey, on pussies with fake leather

With some Kate Jenner dressing I’m hoping they taste better

I got a pair of balls humungous you can’t measure

You’re gonna fall like Building 7, the Trade Center

I say whatever I want and rape nuns

Make fun of crippled people

Fuck it I’m evil it’s an innate pleasure!

I’m Jeffy Apples in the special olympics

And I’m going for the medal to win it

I’m here to settle some business

That’s not a speech-impediment is it?

‘Cause when blood comes out my mouth it’s like tourettes on you bitches

Fuck, cunt, shit, piss

Shit I wish some little kids will hear this and slit their wrist

Man I hope my music causes depression, shit my jaw is a weapon

Deloosion take your time you taught ‘em a lesson

(Hook x2)

(Deloosion)

I hope this is motivation for a terrorist attack

So you niggas can go on Facebook and act like you care about that crap

You can’t be serious, that’s ridiculous

Your fans are calling you a hypocrite, laughing at your hilarious act

I’m Deloosion, and I don’t sneak diss or throw low blows

So if you got offended by my last scheme then so bro

Thrashklan, shoot porn in low-lows with midgets so little we filmed a threesome with a Gopro

I hate you faggots, but I stay collabin’ on Satan’s gravel to get my motherfuckin’ name established

You wanna catch my fade or battle?

Now I’m shoot this ugly nigga in his face and watch when they skedaddle

They don’t want TK on MTV, ‘cause these demonic entities will immediately make you change the channel

I could be a great example of your favorite rapper

But I’m depressed, so I slit my wrist and play piano

(Hook x2)