G-Mo Skee - Ignant lyrics

(Verse 1) Hood sh** 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** up your pursuit of happiness Mom was a meth head, I was breast fed kerosene I spit a sixteen that'll haunt the f**in devils dreams Look its the G-mo kid, isn't he special needs? So watch out he's finna hit you with a f**in shovel *Bing* This is my block, you n***as better leave I turn magneto and start lifting metal things The f**in filth is back to settle things With a track to make that ratchet b**hes 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** whats already dead that is impractical Scatterbrain, all i think about, exterminate k** whatever I f** s*ut, lets fornicate Got results for my STD test sorta late they're positive Like the songs my n***a Jeff Turner makes The industry told me I'm bad business Ain't sh** 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 a** 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 lick nuts When did it become cool to be a sick f**? When i spit filth and everybody bit the sh** tough (Chorus) My f**ing fuse is short I put a n***a 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** im *IGNANT And if you got some goddamn complaints b**h! Dial 1-800 say it to my face b**h! *IGNANT We the illest n***as in the bay b**h! if you ain't INF gang you a gay b**h! (if you ain't INF gang you a gay b**h!) x3 (If you ain't INF gang, n***a!) (Verse 2) Guess who's back with a f**in mac in both hands? Thats your a** Mr. post man! Hollow tips for ya'll n***as 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**ers can get it like basic cable! You're real co*ky sending your tape to a major label Im Bill Cosby looking for people to rape and strangle! A f**ing crook, defying the laws, b**h your just another crab on society's balls! Im in the hyperbolic rhyme chamber trying to evolve I dont pay attention to sh** outside of these walls! Ya'll dont understand my rational, my black a** is foul Matter fact, the last time i cracked a smile Was when i pressed a red bu*ton a missile shot past the clouds Hit a mother f**in satellite and shut NASA down Put the shrooms in a bag n***a pa** 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**h to f** with some real Gs INF gang making n***as on the battlefield bleed I spit the type of crack that'll k** fiends G-MO for president two thousand Filth teen (Chorus)