Ignant

Verse1:

Hood shit
Everywhere I go, they be like G-Mo you the nastiest
Catch me in your city, I'm spreading them deadly pathogens
I don't think you want to go toe to toe with the African
Honey Badger I will fuck up your pursuit of happiness

Mom was a meth head, I was breastfed kerosene
Spit a 16 that'll haunt the fucking devil'ls dreams
Look it's the G-Mo kid, isn't he special needs?
Watch out, he's finna hit you with a fucking shovel, bing!

This is my block, you niggas better leave
I'll turn Magneto and start lifting metal things
The fucking Filth is back to settle things
With a track to make the ratchet bitches 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 kill what's already dead, that isn't practicle

Scatter brain, all I think about? Exterminate
Kill whatever I fuck slut, let's fornicate
Got results from my STD test sort of late
They're positive like the songs my nigga Jeff Turner make

The industry told me I'm bad business
Aint shit funny about me and this aint a rap image
Say my name enough times, I'll instant transmission
To wherever you live and just give you an ass whipping

You aint think I had the bars? I done left so many faggots scarred
And fit so many dead babies in plastic jars
I should have an Xbox Achievement, for crashing cars
I wage war from here to the planet Mars

If you feel like I fell off and switched up
Get on both knees, take my belt off and lick nuts
When did it become cool to be a sick fuck?
When I spit Filth and everybody bit the shit tough

Hook:

My fucking fuse is short, I'll put a nigga on the news report
You don't want me to get ignant
I'm heated like the human torch, another song they can use in court
I don't give a fuck, I'm ignant

And if you got some goddam complaints bitch
Dial 1-800 Say it to my face bitch
We the illest niggas in the Bay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch

If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang nigga

Verse 2:

Guess who's back with a fucking mac in both hands?
That's your ass Mr. Postman
Hallow tips for y'all niggas boy, no playing
They go through walls like Casper the Friendly Ghost can

I'm from Richmond, my city is gross
God needs to take my hometown and dip it in soap
I'm so hood I found a roach in my Cinnamon Toast
And every adult in my house was addicted to dope

Now everything I say is hateful, but I don't make it racial
'Cause all you mothafuckas can get it like basic cable
You real cocky sending your tape to a major label
I'm Bill Cosby looking for people to rape and strangle

A fucking crook, defying the laws
Bitch you're just another crab on society's balls
I'm in the Hyperbolic Rhyme Chamber trying to evolve
I don't pay attention to shit outside of these walls

Yall don't understand my rationale, my black ass is foul
Matter fact, the last time I cracked a smile
Is when I pressed the red button, a missile shot pass the clouds
Hit a motherfucking satellite and shut NASA down

Put the shrooms in the bag, nigga pass them down
I graduated from weed but didn't need a cap and gown
'Fore yall clowns write another rap, slit your wrist
Then stick your fist in a garbage disposal and flip the switch

And tell your bitch to fuck with some real G's
Inf Gang making niggas on the battlefield bleed
I spit the type of crack that'll kill fiends
G-Mo for President, two thousand Filthteen

Hook:

My fuse is short, I'll put a nigga on the news report
You don't want me to get ignant
I'm heated like the human torch, another song they can use in court
I don't give a fuck, I'm ignant

And if you got some goddam complaints bitch
Dial 1-800 Say it to my face bitch
We the illest niggas in the Bay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch

If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang you a gay bitch
If you aint Inf Gang nigga