Lyrics:

[Intro:]
Filth! I need every G-Mo Skee fan in the world right now...to lend me your motherfucking energy. For the Spirit Bomb. These motherfuckers been oppressing me for six years! Fuck these niggas! Ha. Yeah! Bitch!

[Verse 1:]
I came in the game unaccepted, it was fuckin' epic
I only spit filth, I didn't have another method
I couldn't go to radio to get a buzz, but the cypher showed a young nigga love
So there I was
A young gun rap with anger, every track a banger
Savage nature in the booth, I'm a gladiator
And as I got my feet wet in the industry
I noticed how greedy and deceitful these niggas be
Everybody seen it, I had the fans watching me
Illest nigga spittin, gettin' fucked over constantly
There's gotta be a fuckin' way out, there's gotta be!
And they wonder why I rap with so much animosity
Honestly I paid my dues, they won't honor me
Now I'm honorary, fuck that, niggas gotta bleed
Now I gotta see, so I gotta eat
Welcome to my Filthy Spirit Bomb, put your hands where my eyes can see

[Hook:]
If I can take all the pent up aggression
Every time these muhfuckas tried to stop me from progressing
If I just put it all in a single attack, I'm guaranteed to be the realest in rap
My Filthy Spirit Bomb!
If I can take all the misery and pain
All the shit I faced from these playa haters in the game
If I just put it all in a single attack, I swear to God I'll be the realest in rap
My Filthy Spirit Bomb!

[Verse 2:]
Don't believe everything you read
They wanna deceive and change the way you perceive
And they don't want you to find a way to succeed
The juggalos don't deserve the hate they receive
Cause every muhfucka knows juggalos come to shows
On my first tour, they packed a couple rows
When I had beef, my juggalo brothers rose
And all the shirts at the merch booth fuckin' sold!
So who them niggas speaking down on the clown
Point his ass out, Imma pound on his crown
It's real hip hop, underground with the sound
You talk from a distance thousands of miles
You hatin' on the movement, but this is where I found hope
Y'all ain't gettin' money you niggas the real clown show
Ass kissin' that's why your career is on a downslope
I'm ridin' with the Ninjas now, better watch your mouth hoe!

[Hook:]

[Verse 3:]
Bitch look at what you made
They book it and I'm paid
That bullshit you did, I hope you took it to the grave
We coulda save-faced, but you niggas had to hate
Now give me ten feet before you get your ass erased
No hand shakes NIGGA we ain't cool all of a sudden
All them years of oppression you niggas done put me under
You lucky I don't pull up on you suckas and start bussin'
Turn your little company to nothing, end of discussion
You know how long it took me to feed my family?
I tried a 100 times, definition of insanity
They think I'm playin' when I say I'm a mad man
Majik Ninja Entertainment paid for the cat-scan
Feet don't fail me, I'm takin' a last stand
Finna throw yo fuckin' mixtape in the trashcan
I know you niggas see me, so take more notes
Cause Imma get mine, before I turn ghost
I'm the most debatable, the un-understandable
Problem child of the rap game, I'm an animal
Every avenue, there is nothing that I'd rather do
Keep yo faggot ass away from me or I'll shatter you
All I need is the fans so put your motherfuckin hands in the sky if you wanna see the Spirit Bomb
And when you hear the song, just release it
And scream at the top of your lungs, 'G-Mo Skee Bitch!'

[Hook:]