Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Hood shit
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 fuck up your pursuit of happiness
Mom was a meth head, I was breast fed kerosene
I spit a sixteen that'll haunt the fuckin devils dreams
Look its the G-mo kid, isn't he special needs?
So watch out he's finna hit you with a fuckin shovel *Bing*
This is my block, you niggas better leave
I turn magneto and start lifting metal things
The fuckin filth is back to settle things
With a track to make that 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 whats already dead that is impractical
Scatterbrain, all i think about, exterminate
Kill whatever I fuck slut, lets fornicate
Got results for my STD test sorta late they're positive
Like the songs my nigga Jeff Turner makes
The industry told me I'm bad business
Ain't shit 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 ass whipping
You ain't think i had the bars?
I done left so many faggots 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 fuck?
When i spit filth and everybody bit the shit tough

(Chorus)
My fucking fuse is short
I put a nigga 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 fuck im *IGNANT
And if you got some goddamn complaints bitch!
Dial 1-800 say it to my face bitch! *IGNANT
We the illest niggas in the bay bitch! if you ain't INF gang you a gay bitch!

(if you ain't INF gang you a gay bitch!) x3
(If you ain't INF gang, Nigga!)

(Verse 2)
Guess who's back with a fuckin mac in both hands?
Thats your ass Mr. post man!
Hollow tips for ya'll niggas 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 motherfuckers can get it like basic cable!
You're real cocky sending your tape to a major label
Im Bill Cosby looking for people to rape and strangle!
A fucking crook, defying the laws, bitch your just another crab on society's balls!
Im in the hyperbolic rhyme chamber trying to evolve
I dont pay attention to shit outside of these walls!
Ya'll dont understand my rational, my black ass is foul
Matter fact, the last time i cracked a smile
Was when i pressed a red button a missile shot past the clouds
Hit a mother fuckin satellite and shut NASA down
Put the shrooms in a bag nigga pass 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 bitch to fuck with some real Gs
INF gang making niggas on the battlefield bleed
I spit the type of crack that'll kill fiends
G-MO for president two thousand Filth teen

(Chorus)