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ignant - g-mo skee lyrics

[verse 1]
hood sh-t
everywhere i go, they be like g-mo you the nastiest
catch me in your city im spreading them deadly pathogens
i dont think you wanna go toe to toe with the african
honey badger i will f-ck up your pursuit of happiness
mom was a meth head, i was breast fed kerosene
i spit a sixteen that’ll haunt the f-ckin devils dreams
look its the g-mo kid, isn’t he special needs?
so watch out he’s finna hit you with a f-ckin shovel -bing-
this is my block, you n-ggas better leave
i turn magneto and start lifting metal things
the f-ckin filth is back to settle things
with a track to make that ratchet b-tches in the ghetto sing
i make music for the savages and animals
this the type of music they blasted before they blasted you
shoot a bullet at me i’ll catch it and give it back to you
you can’t k!ll whats already dead that is impractical
scatterbrain, all i think about, exterminate
k!ll whatever i f-ck sl-t, lets fornicate
got results for my std test sorta late they’re positive
like the songs my n-gga jeff turner makes
the industry told me i’m bad business
ain’t sh-t funny about me and this ain’t a rap image
say my name enough times i’ll instant transmission
to wherever you live and just give you an -ss whipping
you ain’t think i had the bars?
i done left so many f-ggots scarred!
and fit so many dead baby’s in plastic jars!
i should have an x-box achievement
for crashing cars!
i wage war from here to the planet mars!
if you feel like i fell of and switched up
get on both knees take my belt off and l1ck nuts
when did it become cool to be a sick f-ck?
when i spit filth and everybody bit the sh-t tough

[chorus]
my f-cking fuse is short
i put a n-gga on the news report
you dont want me to get -ignant
im heated like the human torch, another song they can use in court
i dont give a f-ck im -ignant
and if you got some godd-mn complaints b-tch!
dial 1-800 say it to my face b-tch! -ignant
we the illest n-ggas in the bay b-tch! if you ain’t inf gang you a g-y b-tch!

if you ain’t inf gang you a g-y b-tch!
if you ain’t inf gang you a g-y b-tch!
if you ain’t inf gang you a g-y b-tch!
if you ain’t inf gang, n-gga!

[verse 2]
guess who’s back with a f-ckin mac in both hands?
thats your -ss mr. post man!
hollow tips for ya’ll n-ggas boy! no playing
they go through walls, like casper the friendly ghost can!
im from richmond, my city is gross. god needs to take my hometown and dip it in soap
im so hood i found a roach in my cinnamon toast
and every adult in my house was addicted to dope!
now everything say is hateful. but i dont make it racial
cuz all you motherf-ckers can get it like basic cable!
you’re real c-cky sending your tape to a major label
im bill cosby looking for people to rape and strangle!
a f-cking crook, defying the laws, b-tch your just another crab on society’s b-lls!
im in the hyperbolic rhyme chamber trying to evolve
i dont pay attention to sh-t outside of these walls!
ya’ll dont understand my rational, my black -ss is foul
matter fact, the last time i cracked a smile
was when i pressed a red b-tton a missile shot past the clouds
hit a mother f-ckin satellite and shut nasa down
put the shrooms in a bag n-gga p-ss them down
i graduated from weed but didn’t need a cap and gown
for ya’ll clowns write another rap
slit your wrists
and stick your fist in a garbage disposal and flip the switch!
and tell your b-tch to f-ck with some real gs
inf gang making n-ggas on the battlefield bleed
i spit the type of crack that’ll k!ll fiends
g-mo for president two thousand filth teen

if you ain’t inf gang you a g-y b-tch!
if you ain’t inf gang you a g-y b-tch!
if you ain’t inf gang you a g-y b-tch!
if you ain’t inf gang, n-gga!

[outro]
if you ain’t inf gang, n-gga!
if you ain’t inf gang, n-gga!

- g mo skee lyrics

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